Monday, February 6, 2012

Leisure

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 and 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 skies 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.

W.H. Davies






4 comments:

Neesie Natters said...

Brilliant :D

Eleni said...

I couldn't agree more!

Can you please squeeze that puppy for me? I really need a puppy hug today! Thanks :)

In My Wild Eden said...

Beautiful pictures. Beautiful words. And so true!

demie said...

thank you for sharing these wonderful poem! and the photos aresimply marvelous : )