A Time To Walk - Poem by James McLain
When a friend calls you in off from the road.
And you may be delayed the horse is bought for walking.
I don' t do well and standing still, with all hills.
I stop to talk,
my friend I came,
I have not seen your husband and you don't ever smile.
Where have all your children gone?
My daughter asks me often about you come to stop.
It is not, a heavy price some pay for peace that never came?
There is a time when you speak, it can be when I call.
I am near by high, and heavy is the place where it pushed out.
Come and lean against the fence of stone around my land.
these amicable visits which give rise to the stone fence.
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