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 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 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.
Note: In this crazy world of rushing around to do things here and there, pause for a while to just 'stand and stare'. Enjoy this 'nature poem' by Welsh 'tramp poet' from Newport, William Henry Davies (1871-1940). Generally known as "What is this life if full of care", I'm sure many remember this poem that we did use to recite during our schooldays of the 1960s.
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