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.
As a child and often getting into trouble, my punishment was to copy words and definitions from the dictionary. Of course, I hated this punishment; I would have prefered being grounded, but this is where by love affair with words began. My father would say, "Once you know a word, understand its meaning, and can use it efficiently, it belongs to you. You can call on that word to help you say, with precision, exactly what you feel." He was right!!
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