What breeze once calmed that summer heat,
In swaying fields and fairy fort,
No Heavenly host had more delight,
a Daughter born, that summer night.
Finbar took you for his bride,
Intuition being his guide;
Enchanted years past like that breeze,
Love and joy traced by degrees,
Delight, now yours, share as you please.
By: Alan, Age 62, Wicklow