Hopefully most people are still in reflective / holiday mode enjoying the tail end of Christmas whilst contemplating the coming year, this poem should be compulsive reading.
W.H. Davies was a native of Newport in South Wales and was a popular poet of his time who never quite fitted into a style or genre. His life was interesting to say the least, having left school in disgrace aged 15 he travelled through the United States and Canada where he lost part of a leg in a railway accident. He was insistent on becoming a published poet and this determination was eventually repaid.
His description of his early life, the Autobigraphy of a Supertramp celebrates its centenary this year and is a great read.
This is his most famous poem:
Leisure
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.
The Incisal Edge 
Hi Alun,
You might like to listen to this bizarre reading of Leisure at the beginning of this voice over demo on youtube. The voice sounds like Laurence Oliver!
Ray
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