It is a Beautiful Evening

So today is not the most beautiful evening, but in AP English with Mrs. Bosse, we read It is a Beautiful Evening by William Wordsworth and what I got out of the poem is that as we age we lose the joy that we once had from nature. As people get older they tend to not be as excited about rocks and trees as they once were. (I get really excited, but maybe I am still a 5 year old deep down inside). So, to ensure that I did not lose all youth I went to the park this afternoon and splashed in puddles and mud.


IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea:
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder--everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.
-William Wordsworth.


Even though it is cold and silly, everyone should go outside and splash in puddles, laugh, and act a bit silly. Not only does it keep a person young, it relieves stress. :)