The Road Not Taken

We visited a friend's garden today which was opened for charity. It was a lovely place, crowded with planting and paths. We were given a sheet of paper on which the thinking behind the garden was explained. The mass of dividing paths was inspired by the Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, and a wish to be able to wander. There was though a quirky side to it as well. Gardens and flowers have inspired many poems but how many gardens have been inspired by a poem.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.