what makes you cry?

i recently read an excerpt from a robert frost poem

that i'm quite fond of,

"the road not taken."

i think my affinity for frost started

back in 4th grade when my class did a unit on new hampshire

and we learned about the famous poet from our home state.

we made really adorable accordion books to illustrate

"stopping by woods on a snowy evening."

i really grew to love frost, though, after

years of singing his poetry to lovely arrangements written by randall thompson

{yup, yours truly was a choir geek and a ridiculous one at that . . . and can we just remark at how sick

the piano accompaniment is to 'a girl's garden'?? i mean, really.}

in the early years of my music education.

as i grew up,

the group i sang with moved on to different pieces that really moved me

as a young person.

this one in particular . . .

i replayed this about 8 times this afternoon

and it made me sob every time.