The Path Not Taken, by Robert Frost

I was looking for a picture of a path, and found this picture. This is not the path I followed. This path is more interesting, it has little brook, and trees, and is in England. My path was dry, no creek bed ran past my path, and weeds rather than lush greenery met me as I traveled down that lane. I wish my childhood had memories of something closer to this picture. in my minds eye, I was always looking for something a bit more exotic than what was in reality.
I've said that Saint Peter would have found it difficult to live on Peter Street. I believe everyone found it difficult. Williamson was a coal mining town. They were so proud of the fact that coal was their main product that the town made their city hall building out of coal. I never thought of it, but I know this would never pass fire inspection today. Those who worked and lived on Peter Street worked in the mines, or the Rail Road. In those days, the rail roads even ran on coal.