Nothing Gold Can Stay

Gold Leaves

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….[Continue]

The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers

Landing at Plymouth Rock

by Felicia Dorothea Hemans 1826 The breaking waves dash’d highOn a stern and rock-bound coast,And the woods against a stormy skyTheir giant branches toss’d; And the heavy night hung dark,The hills and waters o’er,When a band of exiles moor’d their …[Continue]

After Apple Picking

By Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a treeToward heaven still,And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fillBeside it, and there may be two or threeApples I didn’t pick upon some bough.But I am done with apple-picking now.Essence …[Continue]

The Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving

by Edgar Albert Guest, 1881-1959 It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwellUpon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could knowA …[Continue]

Thanksgiving Poem

by Paul Laurence Dunbar The sun hath shed its kindly light, Our harvesting is gladly o’erOur fields have felt no killing blight, Our bins are filled with goodly store. From pestilence, fire, flood, and sword We have been spared by …[Continue]