English essay seasons in the sun

English essay seasons in the sun , relationresultDownload Audio right click in the Sun/ John H.Bradley/ John Bradley seasons in the sun ... I was rich ,if not in money ,in sunny hours and summer days. - Henry David Thoreau ... ... Although I am not rich ,but they have many sunny days and summer . -- Henry David Thoreau When Thoreau wrote that line ,he was thinking of the Walden. Pond he knew as a boy. to write these words, Thoreau remembered the childhood walden .Woodchoppers and the Iron Horse had not yet greatly damaged the beauty of its setting. full lace wigs A boy could go to the pond and lie on his back against the seat of a boat ,lazily drifting from shore to shore while the loons dived and the swallows dipped around him. Thoreau loved to recall such sunny hours and summer days when idleness was the most attractive and productive business. when loggers and train has not yet seriously damaged the beautiful scenery . A boy could go to the pond ,supine .From shore to shore drift slowly around water ,birds ,swallows flying .Thoreau loved to recall such a sunny day and summer , idleness was the most attractive and productive things ! I too was a boy in love with a pond ,rich in sunny hours and summer days. Sun and summer are still what they always were ,but the boy and the pond changed. The boy ,who is now a man ,no longer find much time for idle drifting. full lace wigs under 200 The pond has been annexed by a great city. The swamps where herons once hunted are now drained and filled with houses. The bay where water lilies quietly floated is now a harbor for motor boats. In short ,everything that the boy loved no longer exists----except in the man memory of it. I have is love the little boy in Hutang, has many sunny days and summer .Sun ,summer still ,the boy and the Hutang have changed .The boy has grown adult ,don to go sailing on the lake . Hutang also is a big city and .Once Heron foraging swamp ,now has been depleted, covered with houses .Water lilies floating in the bay .Now a harbor for motor boats .In short ,everything that the boy loved no longer exists ---- except in the man . Some people insist that only today and tomorrow matter. But how much poorer we would be if we really lived by that rule So much of what !We do today is frivolous and futile and soon forgotten. So much of what we hope to do tomorrow never happens. some people insist that only today and tomorrow is important, but if really live in this manner ,we will be very poor !Much of what we do today is frivolous and futile ,soon forgotten . Many of us look forward to tomorrow to do never happens .The past is the bank in which we store our most valuable possession: the memories that give meaning and depth to our lives. the past is the bank in .full lace wigs under 100 We will be the most valuable possession - the memories which .The memories that give meaning and depth to our lives .Those who truly treasure the past will not bemoan the passing of the good old days ,because days enshrined in memory are never lost. Death itself is powerless to still a remembered voice or erase a remembered smile. And for one boy who is now a man ,there is a pond which neither time nor tide can change ,where he can still spend a quite hour in the sun. those who truly treasure the past will not lament ,the good old days .Because days enshrined in memory are never lost .Death itself is powerless to still a remembered voice ,or erase a remembered smile . http://www.remyqneen.com/