The Pasture
by ROBERT FROST (1874-1963)
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 be 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.
![]() "Frost disliked and did not attend elementary school beyond the third grade, but even sixty years later he could recall the names of his first principal and teachers. ‘When I was a child in San Francisco,’ he later told Louis Untermeyer, ‘I played sick to get out of going to school.’ ~ Robert Frost: A Life, by Jay Parini, Owl Books 2000
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