Monday, June 6, 2016

A Time to Talk (Monday Poem)

by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a  meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, "What is it?"
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

from You Come Too: Favorite Poems for Young Readers by Robert Frost, 1975, Henry Holt

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