Continuing my series of re-imagined favourite poems, today we arrive at Leisure By W H Davies, no 14 on the Nation’s Fav list
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.
It’s about time Dog was given free rein to reveal his poetry skills so this is his/our take. Dog has been with us 5.5 years now so the pictures come from the archive
What is this life, if full of care
You sit unshod upon the stair
While I, Good Dog stand, lead in jaw
Imagining life beyond the door
The park, sniff-full of every breed
Who’ll have covered where last I peed.
Squirrels anxious to play chase,
The Kid I’ll lick to clean his face,
Secret corners where I can poop
Though why you follow, it to scoop
And tie it up in a little sack
You don’t need to clean it up
I’m not your standard mucky pup
Please find your shoes, tie the laces
And I’ll take you now to those places
Full of fun and grass, the freshest air
While I’ll play, you’ll stand and stare.