Breathe

It was another unseasonably warm December day in the foothills yesterday, and a blessed escape from the Christmas insanity. A few quiet moments in the woods on Spanky.  What better place for a quick prayer, than from the back of a good horse? Thank you Dolly. 

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 or 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.

Leisure, by William Henry Davies

"Biscuit"