Poem by Robert Lee Frost

A Time to Talk

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.

1. Pea Brush
2. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
3. The Star-Splitter
4. Reluctance
5. Flower-Gathering

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