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.
Lady Charlotte-Louise, your opinion is very gratifying for me.
Dr. Pekel, what a beautiful poem!!. Frequently, we are very busy to find a good time to talk. Your wife says that you are a wonderful friend and I dont have any doubt about that.
Monsieur Touhiti, the art vision in different cultures enriches us mutually, so thank you for your extensive explanation. My painting is, in fact, a small homage to a good friendship.
~ Exquisite, Quecay
Your kind words encourage me. Thank you very much
This is such a pretty picture
A Time to Talk
*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 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.
Lady Charlotte-Louise, your opinion is very gratifying for me.
Dr. Pekel, what a beautiful poem!!. Frequently, we are very busy to find a good time to talk. Your wife says that you are a wonderful friend and I dont have any doubt about that.
Monsieur Touhiti, the art vision in different cultures enriches us mutually, so thank you for your extensive explanation. My painting is, in fact, a small homage to a good friendship.