Living Ghosts By Brendan Kenneally

Richard Broderick celebrates
This winter's first and only fall of snow
With a midnight rendering
Of the Bonny Bunch of Roses O

And Paddy Dineen is rising
With On Top of the Old Stone Wall.
His closed eyes respect the song.
His mind's a festival.

And now Romona lights the lips
Of swaying Davy Shea.
In a world of possibilities
This is the only way.

His face a summer morning
When the sun decides to smile
Tom Keane touches enchantment
With Charming Carrig Isle.

I've seen men in their innocence
Untroubled by right and wrong.
I close my eyes and see them
Becoming song.

All the songs are living ghosts
and long for a living voice
O may another fall of snow
Bid Broderick rejoice!