Poetic Challenge using Frost's "The Road Not Taken", Join in! Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi all,

Based on the Robert Frost "Stopping By Woods..." thread, I'm inspired to throw out a second challenge.

Taking Frost's The Road Not Taken poem below, create your own using the same end words. The words are: wood, both, stood, could, undergrowth / fair, claim, wear, there, same / lay, black, day, way, back / sigh, hence, I, by, difference.

Good luck!
~Cleo

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, 1920

[Larry]

Okay Lori,

This is in answer to your double challenge:

Since ya'll like this one - next challenge - use the FIRST word in each line of RF's poem here... DOUBLE challenge - use BOTH first and last words of the lines...

Hope it is prophetic and though some readers will say it's apocryphal, I would really like for it to be true except for the betting part. I'm not that stupid.

Stupor Bowl

Two football teams broke out the heavy wood
and half a billion fans will cheer them both
and worship fields where all the great ones stood
and many more would be there if they could.
To watch it, fans come from the undergrowth,

then pay much more than some consider fair,
and don’t mind being scalped. It’s fun, they claim
because they want to watch the best. Some wear,
though they look stupid, paintings here and there.
Had they good sense, would never look the same

and act the fool. The game begins. Refs lay
in place the ball. Large men in gold and black;
Oh how they played and beat the Colts that day.
Yet, looking back, that is the only way
I wanted it to end. They brought us back;

I and ten million others breathed a sigh.
Somewhere a sadness reigns but it is hence.
Two football teams fought very hard but I--
I played the spread. I cheered as points went by
and won. Field goals made all the difference.


Larry
"From Louisiana"