a woman with blue jeans
hugging her figure
in the city of derry
i noticed last night
there upon reflection
i suddendly remembered
as her eyes met mine
beneath orange light
she was the schoolgirl
whom I met at a ceili
within a dance hall
some 20 years before
i recall that night as if
it was yesterday for
on that occasion i bade
farewell at her door
i'd forgotten her name
but i know where she
came from- down by the
folly where i had my first kiss
yes she was the recipient
that auburn haired tomboy
was she colette or sheila
or was her name chris
on this occasion she
was back on a holiday
seeing the changes which
the troubles had wrought
but alas wedding gold
she wore on her finger
a barrier to much of
the local male thought
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