Uploaded June 2023 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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In memory of my father, Larry Hock. The piece is very special to me, as it helped me grieve and process. It also won second prize in the National League of American Pen Women's Biennial Composition Contest. Bonus.

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.