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 […]

Do not stand at my grave And weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds That blow. I am the diamond glints On snow. I am the sunlight On ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain. When you awaken In the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting […]

Author Unknown When I come to the end of my journey and I travel my last weary mile, just forget, if you can, that I ever frowned and remember only the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken; remember some good I have done. Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered and sometimes fell by the […]