In our continuing tribute to Poetry Month, here is the next installment. This poem is titled, "A Time to Talk" by Robert Frost. I like it because all too often we become wrapped up in our daily chores and responsibilities and forget about human contact and enjoying the little things in life - like a wonderful chat with a friend.
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 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.