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.
To a friend.
Special Thanxxx to Ashmodai, who helps to find the words…
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…der negativeffekt hat sich mehr oder weniger ungewollt eingestellt. war sehr hell*g*
gruselig. aber toll, passt hier super der negativeffekt!!
Nein.
Thank Youuuuuuuu :inlove: :inlove: :inlove: :inlove: :inlove:
Kommt jetzt alles auf englisch?
And to Robert Frost, who wrote the wonderful poem. ;)
I’m glad I could be of help.