This Legend Will Fly
In an ancient year of ancient fame
at the feast of perpetual fear
a wise but barren bard proclaimed,
"The muses may be dead,
but the Kellehers are here!"
"Here," exclaimed a gluttonous queen,
"among us sovereign ones?
Quick, to the battlements,
We must crush the Kellehers' dream."
But the Kellehers said,
"To-hell-with-her."
and set their wits to flying
flying through taloned gales
and sham hails,
through clouds of muddled minds
to new horizons and
beyond Lone Star skies
inviting the dreams of modern times.
In a modern year of modest fame
at a feast for the Wise and Free
the visionary Kelleher clan proclaimed,
"We will dare to fly* where
the waters gather
near the Michigan sea.
Where all we wish is for the best,
and the best is what we'll leave."
— Denis Regan
(Denis Regan is a poet based in Milwaukee. He has had several chapbooks
published and is a regular reader at Milwaukee Irish Fest and other area
venues.)
* Native American translation for "Milwaukee."
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