TAMWORTH POEMS: THE TRAIL NOT TAKEN

THE TRAIL NOT TAKEN

(With apologies to R. Frost)

I followed the Great Hill Road,

Heavily sanded on melting ice,

To where it diverged to the wood

And found a parking space.

I took out my snowshoes and poles,

Tightened the bindings twice,

Set out down the trail,

And then I felt the rain.

The mountain had sent forth clouds

Which blotted out the sun.

Much as I longed to go on,

I knew I had to run.

Oh I will remember the way

To that white unblemished path.

I’ll come back on a better day

To trace its beckoning track.