Above Clara on that sunny Sunday afternoon in early July
The tiny blue whortleberries of the heather in the mouth tasted sweet
Above the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet
Her wavy shoulder length dark hair and eyes blue as ripened sloes
She looked so attractive even in her casual clothes
My feelings of love for her then beyond me to explain
But such a beautiful memory a lifetime to retain
So happy and young free of conceit or guile
On her beautiful face such a beautiful smile
Smitten by her beauty near her physical prime
The memories remain over decades of time
A memory that remains as a source of joy
She was in her early twenties and i was a ten year old boy
Shortly after she left for the U S of A
In my memory she remains as she was today
On the slopes of Clara Mountain a nice Summer breeze
On a sunny Sunday afternoon of over twenty degrees
We talked and laughed and eat whortleberries as we stood looking down
On the green countryside bordering Millstreet Town.
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