A Time to Talk

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This page last updated on 04/17/2017.

Copyright 2001-2017 by Russ Meyer


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 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.

                            - Robert Frost