As I was going through some of my boys old workbooks, I came across this simple poem “A Time to Talk, ” by Robert Frost. This was in our First Language Lessons workbook. I remember reading it with my boys and appreciating the sentiment in it. I always love it when folks take the time for a friendly visit.
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 how in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod; I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.