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A Poem (not mine)

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In this cold and nasty winter a poem to bring to mind more pleasant days. I make no claim to it other than I have liked it for years. It is by William Henry Davies and called 'Leisure'

What is 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 the smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

Hope it brought some good memories back. Take care all of you.

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knitter

One of my late mother's favourites.....I can spend ages just staring out of the window, or cloud watching.

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sassy59

One of my favourites too dak so thank you for that. Xxxx

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BillBruce

Thank you for reminding me

Bill

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Judith41

A favorite poem since I was a small child. Though I dont remember the lines about Beauty. Perhaps they were considered to be not quite suitable for young people back in the medieval years of the 1940s.🙂

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Yatzy

Thanks, dak. Yes, a lovely familiar poem. I think of it often..,when I find time! Very true 🌺

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