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A Time To Talk
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

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 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.

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A beautiful soliloquy throwing light on the behavioral pattern and care for friend and friendship.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, greatly written great 10+++++
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