A Time to Talk

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.

 

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