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.