George, my baby boy who's not a baby anymore.I've previously posted this under a different title, but wanted to share it for Sweet Shot Tuesday today. It remains one of my all-time favorite poems. It's by W. H. Davies, entitled Leisure.
"What is the life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile that her eyes began.
Enrich that smile that her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
We have no time to stand and stare."
My sweet daughter, Pauline.Take a deep breathe. Exhale. Notice life.
5 comments:
BEAUTIFUL!!
beautiful shot, following u back thanks for visithing my page
so true
good reminder! Loved your Monet on your main page...totally reminded me of the game MASTERPIECE! That's how I came to appreciate classic art!
I actually remember that game! I never thought of that as maybe how my appreciation for classic art started...I think I'll check ebay to see if there's still a few out there for my children. :)
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