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

First peak of the rising morning sun Robert Frost’s poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay” sprang to mind. So many years since I read this poem and of course one of my favorite childhood writer S.E. Hinton the author of “The Outsiders” uses it poetically in this long ago book of my childhood yesteryear’s