Poem called A Time to Talk by Robert Frost.

Poem called 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

Robert Frost

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