I found this interesting article from 2020 that honors Wordsworth on his 250th birthday by recollecting his poetry and his love of walking:
https://theconversation.com/walking-with-wordsworth-on-his-250th-birthday-135474
A lot of Wordsworth’s poems are told from the POV of someone wandering through nature; often, the perspectives are drawn from Wordsworth’s own experiences. The 1805 Prelude is from the POV of Wordsworth himself as he takes the reader through his journey. Since a portion of The 1805 Prelude discusses Wordsworth’s journey through a mountain pass, and before he realized it he had hiked a mountain, I thought this article would be a nice ode to Wordsworth’s undeniable love of walking through nature. The author mentions that Wordsworth often composed his pieces in the rhythm of his walks.
The article states, “In his epic autobiography, The Prelude, Wordsworth describes himself doing this and sending his terrier (Pepper) ahead to warn him of others:”
And when at evening on the public way
I sauntered, like a river murmuring
And talking to itself when all things else
Are still, the creature trotted on before;
Such was his custom; but whene’er he met
A passenger approaching, he would turn
To give me timely notice, and straightway,
Grateful for that admonishment, I hushed
My voice, composed my gait, and, with the air
And mien of one whose thoughts are free, advanced
To give and take a greeting that might save
My name from piteous rumours, such as wait
On men suspected to be crazed in brain
So the next time you take a walk, enjoy the pleasures of nature around you in Wordsworth’s honor!
Another lesson here is to bring your dog along on your walk, to let you know when to stop composing poetry aloud so that others don’t think you’re nuts!