Into My Own/Into the Wild

Today I was elected as the President of the Class of 2009 (I'll be embarking on totally familiar territory, but I am the chosen one, and I will rise to the occasion).  I have the admiration and  the respect of my colleagues and I do not take that for granted.  My family loves me.  My best friend wants to travel to Ireland with me next fall after graduation.  Life is good.  This weekend I take a 60 Mile walk for a cure.  So many adventures.  So much time. 

Into My Own--Robert Frost 

One of my wishes is that those dark trees, 

So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, 

Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, 

But stretched away unto the edge of doom.  

I should not be withheld but that some day 

into their vastness I should steal away, 

Fearless of ever finding open land, 

or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.  

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, 

Or those should not set forth upon my track 

To overtake me, who should miss me here 

And long to know if still I held them dear.  

They would not find me changed from him the knew-- 

Only more sure of all I though was true.