I thought of her one day

Walking in the woods

Between the sun and shade.

My wild child,

My Celtic beauty,

Beautiful and strong,

Her blonde hair

Flying in the wind.

With a smile on her

Face and mine,

We raced through

The small streets

On roaring steel,

Daredevils,

Without care.

I smiled as the wind

Ruffled through my hair

And wondered

Where

My wild child

Had gone.