At the Crossroads

[onefour1]

At the Crossroads

He stood at the crossroads all alone, The sunlight in his face;
He knew nothing of roads unknown, He was set for a manly race.
But the road stretched east and the road stretched west,
And the boy knew not which road was the best;
So he turned to the one which would lead him down,
And he lost the race and the victor's crown.
Finally he was caught in an angry snare
Because no one stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better way

Another day in this self-same place
A young boy with high hopes stood;
He, too, was set for a manly race
He too was seeking for that which was good.
But one was there whom the roads did know,
And he showed the boy which way to go;
So he turned from the road which would lead him down,
And he won the race and the victor's crown;
Today he walks the highways fair
Because someone stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better way.

- Sadie Tiller Crawley

 

[shadow355]

At the Crossroads

He stood at the crossroads all alone, The sunlight in his face;
He knew nothing of roads unknown, He was set for a manly race.
But the road stretched east and the road stretched west,
And the boy knew not which road was the best;
So he turned to the one which would lead him down,
And he lost the race and the victor's crown.
Finally he was caught in an angry snare
Because no one stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better way

Another day in this self-same place
A young boy with high hopes stood;
He, too, was set for a manly race
He too was seeking for that which was good.
But one was there whom the roads did know,
And he showed the boy which way to go;
So he turned from the road which would lead him down,
And he won the race and the victor's crown;
Today he walks the highways fair
Because someone stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better way.

- Sadie Tiller Crawley

We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further; it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lies a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.


--------------- James Elroy Flecker


Kind of a fav for me, the motto of the British Special Air Service : my favorite Special Forces Unit
is "

We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further; it may be.


Shadow 355

 

[IsaacNewton]

The Road Not Taken

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.

- Robert Frost -