Grandmother. Poems. Wisdom.

Grandmothers, having seen the arc of life, know how important it is to treasure it.

The Welsh poet who authored this poem, W. H. Davies, settled down to a life of writing poetry, abandoning life as a tramp, after he fell from a train he was trying to hitch a ride on and lost his foot.

 

W. H. Davies, London, November 24th, 1913

W. H. Davies, London, November 24th, 1913 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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 stars 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.

 

William Henry Davies, Collected Poems

Jonathan Cape & Harrison Smith, New York, 1929

From Time for Poetry: A Teacher’s Anthology, copyright 1951