Joys are shared on this old French farm
As bats depart from a broken-down barn
Swiftly, silently weaving they fly
Soon to be lost in the depth of the sky

There is laughter and chat, about ‘this and that’
The past, the future, the present
The walnuts, the birds, the sound of the toad
Tomorrow we may see a pheasant!

Deep are the sighs as we say our goodbyes
Then a final question arose:
“Will we meet here again?”
A pause, then a nod
The answer: “Nobody knows!”