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When my children were small, a two block walk to buy some milk could take an hour. We always stood to watch the ants shuttering across the sidewalk, the people tottering along on bikes, or the bees flitting in and out of flowers. Or, for my sons, by far the  favorite pastime of all was any bustling construction site.

Child easily fall into this leisurely life attitude expressed in this poem:

Leisure by William Henry 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 is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Throughout those children’s busy lives,we all forgot, too many times,

To take that time.

Now, placing my hand,
Into my grandchild’s,
I will once again
Have the time
To stand and stare.
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