The poem is a good reminder that, while we have other work to
do, there should always be "a time to talk."
"When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I dont stand still and look around
On all the hills I havent hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a 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
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This is only meant as a sample, not to be used for performance. To get
copies, please email me at:
kleucker5@aol.com
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