What Is This Life…

While out walking today these lines, learned at school an age ago, popped into my head.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

A Swan On The River Dodder.

Some Yellow Ducklings.

Wild Garlic.

Speedwell.

Marsh Marigolds And Dandelions.

The Hawthorn In Flower.

The 'Candles' of The Chestnut Tee.

Sorrel.

The Flower of the Holly Tree, the Precursor of the Beautiful Winter Berries.

Gorse.

Cow Parsley.

Bluebells on the Riverbank.

When my walk was over I looked up the poem and here it is:

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.

I enjoyed taking the time to stand and stare today.
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About caitrionaw

Mother, wife, dog owner. Slave, winer, diner, reader, theatre goer.
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