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This started as an experiment to write ten poems a day. That clearly didn't last, but I'll still put up some words from time to time.

Some I will mean, and some I won't. None of these are finished. This is me, trying.

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Hiking in Cold Spring on Sunday. Stood overlooking the Hudson and thought poetic thoughts, none of which could compare to the scenery. The words of others ran rampant through my mind, including these: Nothing Gold Can StayNature’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 Been writing a bit, but nothing to post just now. Stay tuned… 

Hiking in Cold Spring on Sunday. Stood overlooking the Hudson and thought poetic thoughts, none of which could compare to the scenery. The words of others ran rampant through my mind, including these: 

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 

Been writing a bit, but nothing to post just now. Stay tuned… 

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