Sunday, November 22, 2009

LEISURE by W.H. Davies

With my apologies to W.H. Davies........



What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?




No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows,



No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.


No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like stars at night,



No time to turn at beauty's glance
And watch her feet, how they can dance.




No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.





A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

1 comment:

Country Girl said...

I see no need to apologize to Mr. Davies. This is lovely.