It's no aftin I pit doon onaythin that's no Ulster-Scots. But sum days an idea, oor a thocht, oor a poem jist rises oot o' yer heid tae fit tha day.
William Henry Davis wus a Welsh poet, fae a poor backgrun, an like monnies an Ulster man he made his wae tae America. Nearly aa o his poems ir aboot nature, oor lifes hardships, oor his ain adventures trampin aroon America. But this yin iz mae favourite.
LeisureWhat is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
We have no time to stand and stare.