Came across a poem written by one of my grandmothers. In the 20's or 30th of the last century.
A Day In Spring
The open road and the wind in my hair
Going - not knowing where
Hands on the wheel - a laugh in my heart
Singing - not knowing what
Forth. And the gods who mold our fates
Must have known, 'mongst the flowers adorning
The ribbons of white down which I sped
I'd find you that glorious morning.
That our eyes would meet and our lips would meet
And those same gods would be grinning
For they knew that day, which began in song
Must end - as it did - in sinning