Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost was my father's favorite poet. He's on my A-list, too. I think it must be pretty hard to be from New England and not like Frost. This is my favorite of his poems:

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.

A seventh-grader named Ben posted this helpful gloss on the internet:

line 1 talks about when you are born. Your early and young.
line 2 means that it's fast and that u dont have much time 2 b young
line 3 means the same as line 1
line 4 means the same as line 2
line 5 means thesame thing as lines 2&4
line 6 means mothers are sad that the children grew up so fast
line 7 means the same as 2,4, &5
line 8 means the same thing as line 1&3
hope that helps

No flies on this kid!