Leisure (adapted)
W.H. 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 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.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare'.
! Just a note... I found this poem in an article written by Sheila Hancock called 'I dreamed that John had come back', in The Mail on Sunday, 24 May 2009.
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