Hi Joey–
Robert Frost’s poem about spring came to mind on a recent walk on the Boulevard, looking toward Stage Fort Park:
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, 1923
Good Morning Gloucester 
Lovely-Thank You!
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Beautiful shot and things are looking up and a head here for summer to follow! 🙂 Dave & Kim 🙂
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One of my favorite poems, thank you!
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Beautiful photo and day ‘by the sea.’ Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets.
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