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 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.
Happy National Poetry Month! I'm celebrating by continuing the 30-Poems-in-30-Days Challenge (here) and by chronicling some of my favorite poems in a notebook so I don't lose track of them. This poem by Robert Frost is one of them. I'm also celebrating with fellow blogger Elizabeth who commented in my previous post that she has been inspired to take up the challenge, too, and was almost half-way to her goal of 30 poems in 30 days on the day she commented. That's what it's all about--exploring the world of words, encouraging one another, being inspired by friends :-)
Enjoying the month. Enjoying poetry. Enjoying friendships. How about you?