Dead blog - Gold
This dead blog had only two posts. The first one was just a picture of a sunset. Somehow it seemed fitting that this post was the last one. (I think they are Canuckdian. Can you tell how I know?)
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Monday, October 04, 2004
One of my favourite poems
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 sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
January 3rd, 2008 09:59
Because of how “favourite” is spelled? That could indicate anyone speaking British-english anywhere, but then I guess most other British-english speaking folks would be less likely to pick an American poem as their favourite… and it’s a poem about fall and winter (at least to me), so yeah, you’re probably right - Canuckian.
January 3rd, 2008 20:23
They don’t say the word “aboot” — that’s my give-away as to someone’s Canadianness. Of course, being Texan, I am usually the only one in the office who gets more harassment about how I talk.