The first week of my freshman year of high school our first english assignment was to memorize this poem. Mrs. Bathke, our teacher, would have us each stand and recite it for everyone at the start of class.
She told us, that it would be a funny thing, that years from now we would be sitting somewhere and know every word to The Road Not Taken.
We probably did something teen-age like rolling our eyes or scoffing while returning to writing a note to pass.
I’m now twenty-nine and fifteen years later I still can recite this poem on command.
Thank you, Mrs. Bathke.