Wednesday, February 4, 2009

you come too

"the pasture"

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long.--You come too.
I'm going to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long.--You come too.
-robert frost