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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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Sean Andrews (4/23/2008 10:25:00 PM)
You have to take into account the slowing of the friend's horse...otherwise a friendly how do you do and a wave could suffice. But the neighbor slows his journey, whatever his task was about in order to chat, and thus it should be a time to talk for you as well, no matter the workload yet unfinished, because the work will still be there 20 min later, whereas the friend/or even stranger may not... |
something wicked (9/20/2007 10:02:00 PM)
this poem is about finding time to spend a few moments out of our busy schedule to be with our friends and loved ones.
also, to be nice and make new friends. |
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