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.

Red Cows

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

"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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