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Simple Pleasures
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"What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare."
At the top of the lane where I walk most mornings as I came round the bend a wren flew across the road and perched in a tree. I stopped to watch. It fluffed up its feathers and began to sing. For such a small bird it produces a remarkably loud noise. The world seemed to stand still. There was not a breath of wind, no traffic noise and even the sheep were quiet. Unlike Coleridge and his man from Porlock, no-one else was on the road to disturb the peace. The wren finished its song, fluffed up its feathers and flew away. A pair of cyclists came round the bend and the world began again. That one perfect moment was over, but I did enjoy it.
At the top of the lane where I walk most mornings as I came round the bend a wren flew across the road and perched in a tree. I stopped to watch. It fluffed up its feathers and began to sing. For such a small bird it produces a remarkably loud noise. The world seemed to stand still. There was not a breath of wind, no traffic noise and even the sheep were quiet. Unlike Coleridge and his man from Porlock, no-one else was on the road to disturb the peace. The wren finished its song, fluffed up its feathers and flew away. A pair of cyclists came round the bend and the world began again. That one perfect moment was over, but I did enjoy it.
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W.H.Davies The full poem
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.
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.
Simple in appearance
Subtle in design
The framework of a friendship
That ages like fine wine
It is the simple pleasures
That makes it all worthwhile
Sometimes just a sunrise
Is enough to make me smile
So much is in the watching
Or listening to nature’s voice
And knowing when to stop
And realize you have a choice
Take some time to just step back
And just take in the view
It’s about the simple pleasures
That all of us once knew.
Robert Longley
Subtle in design
The framework of a friendship
That ages like fine wine
It is the simple pleasures
That makes it all worthwhile
Sometimes just a sunrise
Is enough to make me smile
So much is in the watching
Or listening to nature’s voice
And knowing when to stop
And realize you have a choice
Take some time to just step back
And just take in the view
It’s about the simple pleasures
That all of us once knew.
Robert Longley
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