No time?

Recently I was reading 'Leisure' by 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 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.

This lead me to read his biography and I found he was born of Welsh parents in a public-house called Church House at Newport, in the county of Monmouthshire, April 20, 1870.
He worked as a cattleman, panhandler, berry-picker, rode the rails in the U.S.A. and had his right foot cut off by a train in Canada.  I can recommend 'The Autobiography of a Super Tramp'  (if it is still available) as a good read - it is an inspiration to those of us today who have such easy lives and still find it hard to write!

Letter Box

Hello Fellow Quantum Leap Readers - for those of us living out of England it would be nice to hear from you - your favourite poets and poems for instance - and anything else you may like to share.
Here's hoping to hear from you soon, Dorothy Williams