Integrated skills a read Robert frost poem the road not taken. the road not taken by Robert frost, two roads diverged in a yellow word. I'm sorry, I could not travel both and be one traveler law eyes stood and looked down, one as far as I could to wear IT bent in the undergrowth, then took the other as just as fair. I'm having perhaps the Better claim, because IT was grassy and wanted where. So as for that, the passing there, i'd warn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay in leaves. No step had driven 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.