The Summer Day Mary Oliver Analysis

When I read the poem, “The Summer Day”, by Mary Oliver, it reminds me of summers when I was young. My brothers and I would go out and try to catch grasshoppers in the field of tall grass across from our house. We would run through the tall dry grass that seemed to reach to the sky. The grasshoppers would fly up in every direction as we clumsily tried to catch them; we would fall down on to the hard ground, laughing and stare up at the blue sky, watching the clouds drift by. We didn’t think about who made the grasshoppers, like the author did, or who made the world. We were young and innocent, only concerned with what was happening in the moment. But as the author says “What else should I have done?” The author recognizes that life is short