In Killorglin Town at old Puck Fair she sat on her pinto pony <br />With wavy brown shoulder length hair i recall her name was Joaney <br />A member of the travelling clan she looked so fit and active <br />In her early twenties at the most so young and so attractive. <br /> <br />Her pony which she had for sale to prospective buyers she was showing <br />And as she trotted him for discerning eyes her hair in the wind was blowing <br />The memory with me does remain of one so young and pretty <br />A traveller of the rural roads far from the nearest City. <br /> <br />The first and last i see of her the travellers brown haired daughter <br />A young woman of the rural roads her type back then did not cross saltwater <br />Perhaps she married one of her own kind the travellers stick together <br />They travelled on the Irish roads in every sort of weather. <br /> <br />Since that time back in nineteen fifty eight life has changed for them forever <br />They no longer travel in horse drawn vans with their old ways they did sever <br />They travel now in motor vans they once lived by horse trading <br />And the old memories of the past into the past are fading. <br /> <br />I now am in my sixtieth year close to my life's December <br />But that August day in fifty eight i always will remember <br />In Killorglin she trotted up and down the street on her brown and white pinto pony <br />A beautiful young member of the travelling clan i recall her name was Joaney.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-from-puck-fair/
