It‘s a Wordsworth Wednesday. Next three poems:“Anecdote for Fathers,” “We Are Seven,” and “Lines Written in Early Spring.” The first two are well-delivered anecdotes with gentle morals. The last, a short and not too deep reflection on human destructiveness. What I am enjoying most about Wordsworth is the simplicity factor which can catch you off guard with emotion. Idk- they sort of capture a coy childlike naivety perhaps, an innocence.