Our poet enthusiast Joe Simple, should appreciate the under mentioned poem by the great American poet Robert Frost.

I have based an analogy of the poem on Tooting and Dorking Wanderer who were both promoted during the 2016/17 season. Dorking played in a fenced off field at the bottom of Box Hill before crowds of one man and his dog!
After promotion Tooting went on to be relegated next season back to where they came from. Dorking Wanderers eventually moved to a brand-new council owned stadium in Dorking. The club now play in the National League with crowds averaging over 2000 and of course the dog! The football club are now negotiating to buy the ground from the council and expanding the stadium. Meanwhile Tooting are fighting relegation to the Combined Counties League! What the hell happened!

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.
 

Last edited by Mikem (10/11/2022 2:57 pm)