In the Upper Midwest, winter drives us inside. But, now that warm weather has arrived many of us will be cutting our grass and circling our neighborhoods. Robert Frost’s poem has been a good challenge for me over the years to plod up to my neighbors for a friendly visit.
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.
