This otherwise bucolic landscape is actually an analysis of the Robert Frost poem of The Road Not Taken. Frost was heard to say that his poem is always misinterpreted as it relates to the journey of the man in question. The poem is not what most people think So I wrote a follow up poem explaining my view of his intended meaning:
The road I took
The one not taken
When I finally stopped to look
Has returned me to
The very point
I shall never forget
Where I made the choice
(to my regret or perhaps my joy)
To take what I thought
Would be the road less travelled
I thought that would make all the difference
And so now
After my journey has been taken
And some differences have been made
(yet not as many as I had hoped)
So now I sigh
Thinking that the other road
Was in fact the one not taken
This is a 16"x20" acrylic on canvas with a black floating frame.