Ring Out The Windsor Celtic Bells Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Ring Out The Windsor Celtic Bells

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Ring out those bells at Windsor now,
those Celtic bells, as was a
melancholic peal now raised to Easter Joy.
Ring three times and ring again,
the family sit at table, joyful, greeted by
the Queen.
Assembled as a mother does her troubled
sibling sad and now together raise
their glasses in friendship blood
and brood, no brooding, only purpose clear.

When Brian Boru sat here before and Henry blessed
his reign and made him friend,
the noisy fracas sound of history overthrew.
When Meagher pulled out the flag in France,
and waved aloft its charm, their foresight failed
through history glance, this Windsor charm
has started healing grace.

Ring loud those Celtic Easter bells at Windsor,
peal once and yet again.

And smile Boru though Clontarf finished you,
and Meagher from your Waterford Mall high throne,
the street where Edward passed and George did too,
their journey towards Lismore.
Now on Windsor street the Union flag and Irish,
blow, while from the tower,
the harp has stayed through angry days
but blowing fair today.
Ring loud those Celtic,
Easter, Windsor bells,
peal once and yet again.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: family
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