The Pasture by Robert Frost

Here is what inspired this blog. Might seem a bit ambiguous...

The Pasture by Robert Frost

I am 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.

Welcome!

This is going to be fun. Here, at "You Come Too", we will read stories and poems, and try to figure out how to best use the written word to lift the spirit of the tired, give hope to the wandering, and bring a smile to the frowning.

So enjoy!