Weekly Poem

I'm going do a weekly poem to make things interesting around here and to keep everyone coming back. The first will actually be two by one of my favorites, Robert Frost.

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meandering 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.

Canis Major

The great Overdog,
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye,
Gives a leap in the east.

He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his feet to rest

I'm a poor underdog,
But tonight I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.