John F. McCullagh Poems

It was on this day in Thirty one,
That our City got this present;
A Douglas fir, nearly 20 feet,
in Rockefeller Center.
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We were west of the Azores,
Five days out of New York,
when we spotted the Mary Celeste.
She was listing to Leeward
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Beneath a grey, forbidding sky,
as all the Saints looked on,
Kevin Barry climbed the scaffold,
by the order of the Crown.
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They're your uncles or your brothers;
They're the ones who fought and bled.
Theirs are the names upon this wall,
the legion of our dead.
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The taxman owned a share of him,
To another he owed rent.
His ex-wife and her attorneys
Had a say in how he spent.
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A Penny for my thoughts
doesn’t seem a princely sum.
It doesn’t buy much else
when all is said and done.
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Eight Thousand and twenty games it took
before Howie could put it in the books.
There was, here and there,
a base on balls.
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I am but one droplet in the stream,

carried along by gravity,
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All though my married days I've lived
on the West side of the street.
I have dealt with plows in winter
that buried me knee deep
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</>World War 1 Soldier Tailem Bend by Illawarrian

Pro patria mori
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