A Time to Talk Poem

A Time to Talk | Poem 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 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 – Poet | Academy of American Poets

Robert Frost – Wikipedia

Buy Robert Frost
at Amazon

Buy Robert Frost
at Barnes and Noble