John F. McCullagh

Bronze Star - 2,088 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

The Libation Bearers - Poem by John F. McCullagh

The earth eclipsed the moon tonight
and turned that orb blood red.
The Sox just swept the Cardinals
and Bambino's curse lies dead.

Old Da had rooted Eighty years
but never saw them win.
Of Buckner, back in Eighty Six,
he never spoke again.

So first I went and bought us beers,
I got Sam Adams best.
Then I crept into the graveyard
where old Da takes his rest.

I poured his drink upon the grave
and raised my bottle high.
We beat the hated Yankees, Da!
Next year our banner flies!

All around me here and there
were Red Sox fans, my peers-
All celebrating with their Dads
and wiping back the tears.

Topic(s) of this poem: Baseball

Poet's Notes about The Poem

It is the night of 10/27/2004 and there is a strange scene unfolding in the graveyards around Boston

Comments about The Libation Bearers by John F. McCullagh

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (3/30/2014 3:40:00 PM)

    What a wonderful write! Will anyone ever forget that night? ! ? ! ? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 3, 2014

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