Leisure

(Found here)

I came across this poem the other day and immediately thought I should post it once a year around this time. May and June always seem impossibly full. I then realized that I had already used this in the past! I’ll re-post it now and may do so again in future years – if I have a moment to remember...

~Kevin


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.

~William Henry Davies