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.

I asked Rob his input in selecting a poem for Sam. Without knowing that I had already chosen this one, he selected this one as well; first one that came to mind. That just sealed the deal for this poem.

Sam is a leader. He is charismatic, energetic, enthusiastic, passionate. Every teacher we have ever talked to, tells us this about him. But as he gets older, teachers tell us what we have already known: that he can lead for the good… or get into a little bit of trouble:)

But, because he is the youngest of 5, he is naturally a follower as well. And he can follow for the good… or get into a little bit of trouble:)

So, for Sam, the path he chooses to take will be very important; this will make all the difference.