Irish Smile

IRISH SMILE From Dunloe Gap she rode each day, out in her jaunting car, her father at the reining seat, their journey wasn't far; past by my home in early morn returning before night, and such a smile she'd have for me when first they came in sight; as if she knew something that I one day would come to know, her eyes would sparkle secret things that life one day would show; the sun a blessing to her hair, this Irish girl, I knew, would come to be the only one my life was leading to; and when they stopped one day in need I lent a helping hand, not thinking father liked me, too, nor that it might be planned; and now I drive her jaunting car, I have for quite a while, and though she has her back to me, I still can feel her smile. BY © Ron Arbuthnot aka ron wilson