Kaish and I are reading The Great Gilly Hopkins
before bed this week.
It is a wonderful book.
It is about a foster child.
I actually want to skip ahead after he is all tucked in.
Don’t worry; I am abstaining.
Kaishon’s introduction to Wordsworth?
He liked it.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Do you have a favorite poet?