Robert Frost Out Loud

Audio Recordings and Texts of Robert Frost Poetry

Download Audio MP3 © 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.