Found this in a Geocaching group on Orkut.com

With apologies to Robert Frost:

Two paths diverged in a far off wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one cacher, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To waypoint hid in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because the GPS was pointing there;
Though other cachers passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both containers that morn do lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I am the first at the cache this 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 tracks diverged in a wood, and I
I took the prize left hidden by,
And that has made all the difference.