Sitting here new year's day, squeaking cause I left my voice in 2004, reading poetry, thought this was a nice sentiment to carry into 2005. We could all use some slowing down and focusing on the people in our lives instead of the responsibilities buzzing around us.
A Time To Talk
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.