NANCY AND BERNADETTE
I read the following poem the other day on Beth Ann Chile’s blog (It’s Just Life) and thought immediately of my friend Nancy who always makes time for everyone of her friends.
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.
Thank you Joan at https://familyparentingandbeyond.wordpress.com for inviting me to participate in this three day challenge and thank you for stopping by and reading.