Senses

It is most good to feel

Flung salt-spray on the face,

For life becomes more real

When the pulse is stung to race.

 

It is most good to smell

Garden plots after showers,

For how can the tongue tell

The fragrance of flowers.

 

It is most good to taste

Sweet fruits of the countryside;

For what else makes such haste

To grow without pomp or pride.

 

It is most good to hear

Children at their play;

For youthfull voices clear

Add a glory to the day.

 

It is most good to see

Smoke from chimneys ascend,

For that’s a sign to me

Of a warm hearth for a friend.

 

It is most good to sense

The life within all things,

For there’s our recompense;

That’s why the linnet sings.

 

 

Weekly Times 24.3.61