John F. McCullagh Poems

Giants set the causeway stones
between our Isle and sea.
Saint Patrick drove the snakes away
and explained the Trinity.
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The markets up, the Markets down
For weeks it just meanders.
Alas, my stocks are always down
Each time I take a gander.
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I will walk with you tomorrow
through the streets of Boston town.
I will be right there beside you,
if you but take a look around.
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The air was close, but it would not rain
The day I died.
And smog enshrouded Gotham town
The day I died..
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The stubborn little Maple leaf

held on when all its fellows fled.
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To others, she appeared so fair,
Her blonde hair long and silky
Her eyes intelligent and kind,
her complexion clear and milky.
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In the Company of Heroes

The 506th is aging
Passing into history
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I’d worked the previous night, the tenth,
programing applications.
When the alarm went off at four A.M.
I hit snooze- no hesitation.
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A simple curved stone bench
Set in a rustic niche.
Outside, this city bustles,
here, time passes by the inch.
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In a humble little cottage
in a poorer part of town.
A tea kettle was whistling,
And the rain was pouring down.
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