Favorite Poetry {Spin Cycle}

Taking a dirt trail into the middle of the wilderness; for some reason, this has always appealed to me.

Independence Mine

I like the idea of being able to disappear into nature; to take the road less traveled. My favorite poems reflect this desire.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
~J.R.R. Tolkien

When I was much younger, I loved walking the trails behind my grandparents’ house by the hilly banks of a river in Iowa. Back in those woods, it was easy to forget that civilization was just around the bend.

grandparents' house

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

And yet I know, if I truly disappeared into the wilderness, I would miss civilization very much.

Ode to French Fries

Oh, french fries, you’re glorious,
even though you’re calorious,
You simply are my favorite food.

Share you, I’ll never
Even though it will ever
Be said that I’m rude.

No ketchup, please,
I’d rather have cheese,
Or just sprinkle you with plenty of salt.

Although I just love your taste,
You really add to my waist,
Our love affair certainly must halt!

Skins on or nak-ed,
Fried, but not bak-ed,
Thick or thin, still I adore you.

After much consideration,
I’ll try moderation.
My love for you remains true!

~Ginny Marie

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3 Replies to “Favorite Poetry {Spin Cycle}”

  1. Nice post. I too love taking a wooded trail to see where it might take me. We have a lovely wooded trail not far from my home. I love to hike there in the summer and snowshoe in the winter. It has beautiful trees and some lovely creeks running through it. I hear bears call it their home, but luckily I haven’t seen one yet!
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  2. Poetry has never been a favorite of mine. There are some I do appreciate, however, and you hit on them! I think poetry is like the opera. You either love it and it moves you incredibly, or you just appreciate it for what it’s worth.

    I do however, love a walk through the woods. If I could write poetry, that kind of thing would be my topic.
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