Favorite poem from book

"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.

Twinkle Rewrite

Shiny, frosty, tiny light,
As I ponder through the night,
Too far up for man to take,
In the air; burning snowflake,
Fresh cut crystal in my sight,
Yearn to touch you if I might.

So Much Depends Upon

Tiffany

So much depends
Upon,

A fountain's
Water

Composing
Music

To set the mood
For love.

Maryland State Archives."The Victorian Fountain at Government House." 27 August 2007. picture. 

Maryland Government House. 14 April 2009.

http://www.msa.md.gov/msa/stagser/s1259/141/278/html/fountain.html.