Category: W H Davies

Words by W.H.Davies

Joey Jones3 Comments

You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Great, amazingly fantastic news? I imagine I would cry.

And now, with the DP answered and a lovely empty page below, I will put Nature’s Friend a poem by one of my favourite peeps, W.H. Davies.

Say what you like,
All things love me!
I pick no flowers –
That wins the Bee.

The Summer’s Moths
Think my hand one –
To touch their wings –
With Wind and Sun.

The garden Mouse
Comes near to play;
Indeed, he turns
His eyes away.

The Wren knows well
I rob no nest;
When I look in.
She still will rest.

The hedge stops Cows,
Or they would come
After my voice
Right to my home.

The Horse can tell,
Straight from my lip.
My hand could not
Hold any whip.

Say what you like,
All things love me!
Horse, Cow, and Mouse,
Bird, Moth and Bee.


by William Henry Davies (1871 ~ 1940)

and words by W.H.Davies

Joey Jones5 Comments

How have your political views changed over time?

What hasn’t changed is that I find inequality a bitter pill to swallow.

‘World’s top 1% own more wealth than 95% of humanity’ (Oxfam,Sept 2024)

And now WP, with a space left on the page, allow me to fill it with the words of another.

No apologies for posting this again and again,and anyway, I know lots of you love this poem

Leisure, by W.H.Davies (1871~1940)

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.