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

happinessirelandlifequatrain

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