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.
A Time to Talk is a poem written by Robert Frost. Robert wrote that when he friend calls to him from the road he goes to visit him. He says even if he has things to do he puts his tools down and has a chat with his friend.
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