I know, I know. You may think I'm a dork, but...
Nearly every day, there's a moment when I pass by this pillow, and think of this Robert Frost poem...
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.*
*OK, now you know what I majored in. No, you may not begin to judge me on my grammar and punctuation skills, or, lack thereof. No doubt, if I were being graded on this blog's content, I'd rock the grammar and punctuation. I'd even diagram this stuff if you wanted me to. Believe me, I've got mad skills.
5 comments:
LOL Bad grammar, punctuation and spelling drive me nuts too! You must be creative as well, if a pillow makes you think of poem!
love your mad skills.
puffy heart your pillow :)
Yea for Liberal Arts Majors!!
And hey, don't ever forget that your blog rocks! :)
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And I love The Outsiders.
I remember in high school feeling so badly for this girl giving a book report on it, who kept pronouncing Socs (short for Socials) Socks.
But no one else seemed to even notice.
English majors are an elite. ;-)
Oh dear. I am terrible at grammar. I loved English - definitely my strong point. But grammar - it has all flown away. I abuse commas, I flippantly use semi-colons, and I compose run on sentences as if they are going out of style. Forgive me.
-Andrea
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