Barrie would a-blogging go

Whether he knew what he’s doing or no

Francine and Isobel said he must – so:

Soon he’ll press ‘Enter’ – but where will it go?

 

 

A TRILOGY OF CARING

 

                                         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.    (William Henry Davies)

 

What should I write to be of note

To have you praising what I wrote?

Perhaps I should rhyme boughs with cows

And have them stare, not graze and browse.

Claim squirrels - clearly out their tree -

Are hiding nuts where all can see!

Or liken stream to starry sky

As I aloft with fancy fly.

Then moving on contrive to meet

With abstract "Beauty’s" dancing feet?

Small wonder if the Lady smiles

That metaphor is off by miles!

A poor life this when stuff gets lauded

Which easily might be ignorded.

 

What is this life if full of care

We have no time to stand and stare

No time to lean and - idle - gaze

On riffled field in autumn haze.

No time to linger languorous

By mossy trunk and Lime-bole brush

Where flitting squirrel Pimpernels

Hoard secret nuts in hidden dells.

No time to savour Nature’s dress

Diaphanous - Beauty’s caress;

No time to blend with Her - as one

In harmony till all life’s done.

A poor life this if full of care

We have no time to stand and stare.