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Sunday, 4 March 2012

Leisure

 I have always loved poetry and this one is one of my favourites.  However I knew relatively little about the poet - for further information please look here.


However, what resonated  with me on reading this article is that W H Davies was known as the "Tramp Poet".  As a little girl I lived in one of the lodge cottages to Gunthorpe Hall Estate nr Oakham.  The road the cottage was situated on was the main road to Uppingham, and I was frequently found playing in the garden and if anyone went by I used to stop and talk to them.  If it was a gentleman of the road and I liked and felt sorry for them I used to invite them in for a cuppa tea.  That is until my Dad was home one day and put stop to my "invitiations".  I was only about two years old at the time.  The innocence of childhood.  

I hope you like the poem too.

LEISURE

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.

By William Henry Davies



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