Nothing Gold Can Stay

by 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 sand to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Courtney and Kristin



Jena, Jill, and Jennifer

A Time to Talk

by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still adn look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from wehre I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Bonnie