With apologies to Robert Frost…
Two roads diverged at a heritage site
And, sorry I could not travel both,
And get to New Hampshire before the night
I studied the map as hard as I might.
To walk, or ride, through the undergrowth?
Then, took the Farm Trail, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
For I was podgy and in need of air
(And ’twas nearly an hour til the tour bus came)
And both that morning equally lay
Through fields where Vanderbilts built their shack
I saved the Inn for another stay
(Though, knowing how much I’d have to pay
I wondered if I’d ever come back)
I shall be posting this through WiFi
Somewhere highways and highways hence
Two routes diverged at Shelburne Farms, and I,
I took the one less travelled by
And loved all elements.
Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
I live in Shelurne, Vermont. I love running its trails and woods.
Even though I actually live here, I still almost always marvel at some apsect of its beauty.
The winters could, however, definitely be shorter.
Don’t apologize to Frost. I think he would have liked your thoughts.
My son went to pre-school and and attended drum classes at Shelburne Farms when he was little.
I will run there this weekend. I will definitely see deer and wild turkeys.
Leslie Holman, Burlington VT.