Poetry Sunday

 

We can make the time for the things that are important. Especially nowadays, when there's so much shouting at each other, it's nice to just take a minute to chat.

A Time to Talk 

by Robert Frost 

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 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.

Have a good day and enjoy your Easter Sunday weekend. Pull up a wall and stay a while ... I've got more thoughts coming.

Bilbo