I’ve definitely responded to a question like this before, and it was probably with the same two poems: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost and Morning Has Broken by Eleanor Farjeon. I do not have a vast knowledge of poetry because, to be honest, I don’t really appreciate it since the whole subjective realm doesn’t click with me most of the time. But these two, I can understand for the most part. I like Frost’s because I value people who do not conform to society and take “the [road] less traveled by”. I like Farjeon’s because…well… it is a hymn I always liked to play because the Gaelic tune is so upbeat and the lyrics are very powerful towards the praise of creation.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(taken from bartleby.com)
Morning Has Broken by Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird;
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain’s new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass;
Praise for the sweetness,
Of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness
Where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light
Eden saw play;
Praise with elation,
Praise every morning,
God’s re-creation
Of the new day.
(taken from allpoetry.com)