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.
Is this a poem referring to Pujols, because I know that Yadier Molina is also in that picture? -Mateo Fischer http://mateofischer.mblogs.com
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Is this a poem referring to Pujols, because I know that Yadier Molina is also in that picture?
-Mateo Fischer
http://mateofischer.mblogs.com