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Nothing Gold Can Stay . 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. . —Robert Frost (from “New…
Read More »Here’s a poem from my days in Maine that was first published in 1991 in a small literary magazine in Troy, Maine, called “Potato Eyes.”—PM . Maine Heron A blue heron waits an hour, Shows patient power In a one-man soup line, Disregards time In favor of a single mind— The…
Read More »Yankee Magazine arrived the other day. There are a myriad of stories and articles pertaining to summer in New England. Learn the history and “art of the sail” with Robbie Doyle a Marblehead sailmaker. Follow seasoned kayakers along the Coast of Maine’s Island Trail. Enjoy Rhode Island natives Casey and Garret Roberts’…
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