(for Dónall) A Summer Day - To Dónall On His Birthday Poem by Janice Windle

(for Dónall) A Summer Day - To Dónall On His Birthday

Rating: 3.8


It was a summer's day when we first met
the memories are clear - I won't forget -
traffic noise, new faces, beer and sweat -
that summer day when you and I first met.

The kilt you wore - it played its part that summer day
your naked knee on mine, I felt your strength and knew
though we sat down as strangers, my compass was reset
I could not bear to say goodbye to you.

That summer day we met, a year ago
in love we lay, in love we have remained
together we are free and both do know
in loving touch our love will be maintained.

We met amid banality and yet
we kissed and changed our courses - compasses reset
the memories are clear – I never will forget
that summer’s day when you and I first met.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynda Robson 16 July 2009

A touching write Janice, may you both always be happy and in love, 10 Lynda

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Ruth Walters 01 November 2009

A wonderful tale of romance and love......... Ruthie: o)

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Fay Slimm 25 August 2009

Warm - tender - happy love poem Jan.... good to read of your discovery of love for each other - - honestly written and a joy to read..... greetings and bestest of wishes from Fay. in Cornwall U.K.

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Susan Jarvis 24 July 2009

Wonderful use of repetition, this poem is like a little merry-go-round of love. The interesting form has got me thinking of the rondeau, the villanelle and such like, and I love the idea of resetting one's compass. I'm off in search of kilt-clad adonis - knee-to-knee company sounds perfect! S ;)

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Such a fresh, beautiful and romantic love poem Janice. May your love blossom for evermore and all your dreams come true. 10 Karin Anderson

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David Harris 16 July 2009

Janice, ahhh sweet memories. The new faces then friends now. Wish him a HAPPY Birthdey from Dodgy and Vera. Top marks for this wonderful piece. Hugs David

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