For Francine Roberts

'Tis true Francine... those lovers two... On that Road to Kiloree... Were to find a path quite new... As love they found under oaken tree... Yet theirs was naught but journey bright... As your sentiment didst see... Thus 'tis so must now I go... Amidst those thoughts of yours... To find my way to pen of day... Those lovers we'll continue to know... For yours the wish so found within... Is goal of lofty worth... And I? Indeed... shall be pressed to pen... The why, the what, the when. SeaWolf