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Stroud What a beautiful time of year: buds bursting, primroses primping themselves and      bluebells burgeoning in the shady woodlands. Wonderful Spring is sprung, heralding a  long awaited Summer. We are so lucky, in this area of outstanding natural beauty, that  we have ample  opportunity to feast on such delights if we will only seize the moment.    

It reminds me of the opening lines in

W. H. Davies 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 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.

W. H. Davies (1871-1941) was a Welsh poet and writer who spent a significant part of his life as a gold prospector and train-hopping hobo in America. He became one of the most celebrated poets of his time, writing especially lyrically of Nature in all her glory. Although born in Newport, he spent the last years of his life in Nailsworth, so we can count him as one of Gloucestershire’s sons. It was said of him that he could, “…find in those simple things of daily life… a wonder that consecrated them…In an age that is mercenary (he) reminds us that we have a capacity for spiritual enjoyment.”

stroud valley

One of our own beautiful Stroud valleys.