Old dogs, children and time to stand and stare.
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?-
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A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
This poem by the Welsh poet, W H Davies, 1871-1940, was one that just about every girl I knew growing up, had to learn by heart at school.
I remember thinking it a delight but not really appreciating its beauty until I read it to my children. Then the lyrical cadence of the words came home to me and once again I was transported back to a 11 year old in an English class. If you read the whole poem (preferably aloud), you will recognise the rhythm of the words.
But this isn’t going to be a piece on English prose, or poetry, or the use of certain words, or the way in which they can…
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I choose how I will spend the rest of my life 