A Time To Talk
A Time To Talk1 min 99 1 min 99
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his bike to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, where is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit