A First Crush Poem by Francis Duggan

In my memory she still looks lovely and in my memory she's still nineteen
And I visualize her this moment picking bluebells from the ditch of the bohreen
So lovely and young and so happy her brown hair blowing in the Spring breeze
The hawthorns laden with white blossoms and birds sing on bushes and trees
I then was a nine years old fellow she was ten years older than me
She went off to another Country and her I never more did see
One might say I had a crush on her but of my feeling I was too young to know
As I was a very young fellow and that was a long time ago
The years have left me looking older and what hair I have left silver gray
But I still picture her picking bluebells when the fields wore their wildflowers of May
She went off to another Country and I never see her again
But good memories of a rare young beauty in my memory bank I retain
As she picked bluebells from the ditch of the bohreen she smiled at me and said hello
I was a primary school going young fellow and that was a long time ago.