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.
I remember reading "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton and of course this poem has stayed with me for years. Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny, who remembers them?
1 comment:
Stay Gold Ponyboy! Stay gold! I taught 8th grade for five years! I know The Outsiders well!
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