Day 253: Our camera went to Quincy. In the meantime, a poem.

Sigh. You'll get pics, eventually. Our camera is getting a couple days away on its own, albeit the floor of Brian Haley's car is not a well-known vacation spot. In the meantime, how 'bout a poem from Kevin Harrington?

A Pint for St. Patrick

One vision as i hang about
Enraptured by a fall of stout:
Before the barkeep in this place
Myself with legends, some of the greats.
Handle's down for to let pass
A stormy dream from brass to glass.
Place is packed with gal and gent
Round tables live with merriment.

Parnell and Davitt here now and chewin
It's in their glass a gale is brewin.
There's Michael Collins, Emmet and Tone
While in a corner with Maude Gonne
Yeats is working on his Easter poem.

Watch Christy Moore and Bob O'Dylan
Click two pints and start to chillin.
As just in from the land of free
Is Clinton, Curley and the Kennedys.

Willie Shakespeare has been known to scrawl
His lengthy poems upon the wall
Even some times on the men's room stall.
And Christ himself 'tis said came out
When the favored brew was runnin out
And told the Keep:" pour them more stout!"

Coleman of course has hand to bow
As Paddy Carty has flute to blow.
Bono and Van the Man bang in
With a blind guy named O'Carolan.
Now the piper Keenan's 'bout to start
When a sudden gust gives crowd to part
And standin there with staff in hand
Is the saint who chased snakes from the land.
His beard is long; his bare feet dirty
Convertin druid's made his aul' throat thirsty...

...Now a jarring jar upon the bar
Might remind a person of whom they are
But just 'fore this is takin place
It's up there speaks Jim Joyce to Yeats
" A Drink this Good is Worth the Wait."

K. Harrington March 2010