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