John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,791 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

A Child Of Then - Poem by John F. McCullagh

I lay down on my living room floor
Convinced that the world would end.
A crisis off Cuba with missiles in route.
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

A lady in pink with blood on her dress.
A President shot in the head
I remember where I was exactly that day
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

Police battle Blacks, Watts is in flames
Protests rage on without end.
King is dead at the hand of a bigoted man
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

Camelots heir sought to bind up the wounds
Then Sirhan Sirhan shot him dead.
Bobby bled out on the kitchen tiled floor
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

Asian girl running, naked, on a dirt country road.
A Viet Cong man shot in the head
Fifty Eight Thousand names on a wall
Yes, I am a Child of Then.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

and impressionist look at the 60's from 10/62-6/69. title and inspiraton is a statement from my poet friend Leafsailor

Comments about A Child Of Then by John F. McCullagh

  • Bronze Star - 2,951 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (5/27/2012 9:33:00 AM)

    Excellent poem about the 60's and the events that happened then. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012



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