I’m having fun doing digital drawings of people with their heads thrown back; today a sunny little one, another ginger, who was gazing at clouds. Ah, I remember doing that when I was little. It brings to mind the poem “Leisure” by Welsh poet W. H. Davies …..
- 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.
Thanks Rosie I like that this sketch the person is rather more purposeful. I also remember that poem, from my childhood, at least the first few lines, so good to read the rest of it today. Excellent sentiment.
She has that intensity of concentration that six year olds have 🙂