Mary Brigid Ring

The gift of memory is a marvellous thing I still remember Mary Brigid Ring In all weather sunny, windy, wet and cold and cool From Coolinarne she cycled to and from the Millstreet Secondary Convent School. A few years older than me far as I know Her wavy hair dark as wing of a crow She had great warmth in her cheerful hello I am going back some fifty years ago. Back then a budding rose of beauty rare Yet of such she did not seem aware Untainted by conceit and free of guile I do recall she had a lovely smile. When she left Coolinarne her I never more did see But she does live on in my memory And sad to read her remains at rest lay Far from Coolinarne in the U S A.