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.
2 comments:
Happy Easter to you and your family.
very nice :)
my girls are not adopted they are from my husbands first marriage. their mother wasnt in their lives very much growing up. i helped my husband raise them since we married in 1990 but he had just them since 86 when they divorced. i hope you and your family have a wonderful easter
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