Moving Points to Catch - by Nigel A JAMES
Leisure
by William Henry Davies
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 wrote
this poem in1890.
His words are as true now,
as they were then!
nj.