In Frost's words...

We read the Outsiders and spent some time talking about Robert Frost's 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.

If Frost was observing our time together last night, what do you think his poem would sound like?

It was great seeing so many of you back at school today. I'm hoping that many of you will be there tomorrow to keep me company as well. If you are coming to school, bring a memory card, your camera or a flash drive and i'll put all the pictures together so I can work on a little project over the summer with them. If you have some to share with me and you won't make it tomorrow, please email them to me. There might be more space in my gmail account if the first class one doesn't work.
Mrs. F