Sunday, 26 June 2011


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.


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 and 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.

W. H. Davies 1871 - 1940

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