by William 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.
I'm feeling a bit perplexed as I look at the August calendar realizing that summer will soon be over. And then I found the above poem and it dawned on me that I have basked in the beauty of the season and had the chance to stand and stare. The season has been full and busy according to our calendar, but yet I have had plenty of days to ponder and be content. It is all but a season and when autumn arrives and school days begin again, I will figure out how to revel in that as well.
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