Gallery Two
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.

$1055
Oil  on linen canvas
20" x 24"     
  "Foggy Morn on Ropers Knob"
20" x 30"      Oil on Linen Canvas
                          $467
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