Borne 'pon Th' Gaelic Winds O'er Kellenwood Bay... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Borne 'pon Th' Gaelic Winds O'er Kellenwood Bay...

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So, tell me Mum, did'ya see th spark?
'Aye, lad...seems 'twas only yest'rday,
'uv the light that split th' bloody bark
whin' th' stork' touch'd Kellenwood Bay.

Carry'd-on, we did, that winded morn,
for, in th' hands of Doctor O'Shay-
Brigette O'Neil pass'd her first borne
memb'r, mum, th' fifes, how they played?

Th'm gaelic whisps, 'ow they spun their chords
fer' th' lassie babe jus' borne,
an', aye th' orbs of nights accord
kept eyes on th' wind 'til next dawn.

An, dont'cha dare, sweep yer broom-stick gust
'round th' halo 'uv this God-Kissed lass,
'cuz sh'uld we see a speck uv' wind-kicked dust-
we'll be forc'd t' kick yo'r damn ass!

Ahhh, Gaelic Wind y'u know we luv' ya' too,
'tis jus' a special day, if ya will;
that we ask ya' t' allay yer thrusty shoo,
keep yer' prowess high 'n still.

An' now forty-three years 'av pass'd,
Brigette O', now a grandma of eight;
Seems th' Celtic torch'az surely pass'd
Like a train on tracks without freight!

So it goes without much more sayin'
that deliverin' by Doctor O'Shay
wuz' o' poker han' worth 'o playin' -
Many 'straights' in Kellenwood Bay!

An' mum, 'tis older, wiser...stays young,
sometimes she still kicks-up a reel; ,
'cuz truth be told that grandma 'n mum
both be Brigette O'Neill!

___________ F j R ___________

Written on a mild Autumns Eve
in a park by the river Hudson on -
New York City's historic Westside.
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evised in quieter surroundings
on July 29th,2016, & Re-posted
on August 11th of the same year.


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- Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR -

Thursday, August 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: gossip,ireland,stories
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