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.

Read the Full Poem By: Robert Frost

Two of my Favourite Poems

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 kept 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.

The Sound of the Trees
by Robert Frost

I WONDER about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

Wiki has a whole load of poems by Frost and I like to dip into them once-in-a-while. Full details about Frost's life and works can be found here: http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/a_f/frost/frost.htm

Australian Bush Poetry Is Alive And Well

After many years of taking a spell from the minds of many Australians, Bush Poetry is once again making a resurgence and becoming popular again.

Australian Bush Poetry has been around since the European settlement of Australia. Poetry was written by farmers, squatters, drovers, shearers, horsemen and a myriad of other everyday people.

I found the Aussie Bush Poets web pages by following a link posted by my "mate" Bushie from the Article Friendly Forum.

Been There, Done That

I've crossed the mountains
And the plains
Seen the dust storms
And the rains
Fire and flood
Good times and drought
Had some wins
Been down and out
I've seen some wise men
A lot more clowns
Had my share of ups and downs
I've been a shearer
Been a drover
Guess I've always
Been a rover

Read more from this poem by: Kevin Magher

Bush Justice

Copyright – Dennis Scanlon

Young Jimmy lived out in the scrub, way up north, in Queensland.
He mustered cattle 'round the place and then applied a cross brand.
The stock squad wandered through his yard one hot and dusty day -
Found twenty head of stolen stock: handcuffed him straight away.

The small bush district court was packed the day Jimmy came to trial,
Thirty degrees in the water bag - humidity was vile.
His counsel said "he's innocent!" Jim's too decent a bloke!"
Jimmy's mates who watched the trial thought it must have been a joke.

Read the Bush Justice Poem - made me "laugh-me-socks-off"

If you enjoy word play and have a sense of humour; then this site is for you!

Good stuff