We long conversed talking as age old friends
No doubt her voice is one to hold the ear
and on and on our conversation wends
Truly, we spoke in depth but once this year
Stories untold slowly are brought to light
Sitting with ease upon the red brick wall
Of topics trod there is not room to write
Chatting away we did not cover all
But at long last we stopped our comfy chat
Picnic was done, so home we quickly went
Leaving the church my thought was partly that
For minutes more my ear I would have lent
Come Sunday soon she will depart again
And so I ask, if I shall see you, when?