#220, Memory
Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.
–Robert Frost
To complete this Journal response, address the following:
Describe a memory from the past year at PEAI and what made it memorable to you.
Comment on a peer’s response.
-Brenden Lee Teacher