Two roads diverged on a city hill.
I really wasn’t sorry I could not take either of them.
No outlet, squared.
I sighed.
And when the light turned green,
I headed on over the bridge at the bottom of the hill instead of choosing.
Apologies to Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
Looks so typical of the Mon River Valley.
But you did choose. It just wasn’t one of them. 🙂
Interesting spot. I wonder how many others just like it there are?
Looks like a place Hesh and I might see near city steps we like to climb.
Love the poem allusion!
LOL that’s funny Ruth, thanks fo the pic and chuckle
Probably not the divergence Mr. Frost had in mind, anyway. 🙂
No but I had fun when it came to mind.
It did look like a great opportunity for some fun, I agree! 🙂