Friendly Visit!

A Time To Talk ~ 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-ended up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up the stone wall

For a friendly visit.