The Pasture, By Robert Frost

 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.

 

 The photos of our beautiful Ozark Mountains were taken by Handsome Husband. 

 

Happy Fall, Y'all!  ;-)  -Marci