Two Paths

Two paths stretch, tangle and turn; two
roads bramble lined and narrow,
diverged and dove out of sight.
In confusion, I walked
a distance in the oaken shade, then the
yellow yarrow called so I left the
wood and walked where I could feel gold.

Prompts: Margo’s Tuesday Tryout which is an acrostic but with a twist.  Margo offered a couple twists to choose from and I chose to write a sentence acrostic, using a line from a poem and starting each of my lines with those words.  You probably thought to yourselves as you read, that it sounded like Robert Frost and indeed it is.  Thanks Margo, for a very fun prompt.  I also incorporated this week’s words from Three Word Wednesday.