Mary Brigid Ring

The gift of memory is a marvelous 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 that she did pass away
Far from Coolinarne in the U S A.