A poem written by my daughter Krystle.

I read Robert Frost’s "Nothing Gold Does Stay", analyzing the futility of nature’s cycles – as all things are beautiful fade. So, I took it upon myself to write a response in the exact same form, pointing out to Mr. Frost how, though things of beauty fade, they always come back in fuller force.

Starting a beautiful new day.

I want to breathe in deeper, to live better, bolder, fresh.

I love the colorful hues of dawn.

Wouldn’t this be a beautiful sight to see one morning?

An injured fawn brings unexpected joy to a terminally ill, bedridden father.

The buzzards cry their plaintive cry and circle the fields for carrion. A doe with her fawn cross the clearing. What is in store for the rural idyll?