Uploaded on March 22, 2012
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 sha’n’t by gone long.—You come too.
I’m going out 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 sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
—Robert Frost
Poetry for Young People: Robert Frost
03.22.2024: This was a fortuitous shot.