John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,305 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Fore Closure - Poem by John F. McCullagh

I stand before the wrack of it;
The home where I first learned to read.
The humble house of all our hopes.
Our refuge in our hour of need.

Surrounded by a plywood fence,
she lies in splinters on the ground.
The debris field of my yesterdays
is spread about me all around.

I find a piece of painted wood
with our house numbers nailed upon.
I rescue it for Closure's sake
One last look, then I am gone.

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  • Bronze Star - 2,757 Points Hans Vr (9/14/2013 9:53:00 AM)

    The emotions are palpable in this very nice poem.
    Excellent. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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