Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thatContinue reading “The Road Not Taken”
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Poem: In Praise of Walking
“There are things we will never see, unless we walk to them. Walking is a mobile form of waiting. What I take with me, what I leave behind, are of less importance than what I discover along the way. To be completely lost is a good thing on a walk.” Thomas. A. Clark Thomas isContinue reading “Poem: In Praise of Walking”
The Order Of Walkers 