On Sunday I went to a Celebration of Life for a former student. Her brother talked about how they had shared a love for poetry, and read this poem by Robert Frost. It was a beautiful, touching moment. In their honor, today's poem:
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Read, listen, share, create, and be on watch.
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