“What is all the philosophy in the world to the joy of the beautiful swallow? Civilisations have risen and crumbled, faded into nothingness, like footprints in the desert obliterated by sand. The sweet little whispering call of my long-tailed titmice fashioning their bottle nest, so happy in the sunshine, is a wiser and more profound utterance than all the philosophy collected from the books of the world.” Henry Williamson, The Lone Swallows
Beautiful poem. Amazing picture.
It does read like poetry. The Lone Swallows is Williamson’s journal of his nature walks. Oh, and the image is from Pixabay. Good stuff there!
This is lovely
It is indeed. Williamson truly revered the English countryside.
Experience outstrips philosophy every time. Great post.
Yes, it’s good to admire nature and desire to protect it, but there’s nothing quite like losing yourself in it.
Beautiful.
Yes. I had to share.
Beautiful words!
Jennie,
Have you read Williamson’s Tarka the Otter? Absolutely enchanting.
I have not. Thank you, Mike!