John F. McCullagh
John F. McCullagh Poems
|881.||A Prayer For Thanksgiving,2010||11/15/2010|
|882.||A Pale Horse, George A. Custer And The Seventh Calvary||1/30/2011|
|883.||A Year Ago Today, The 9/11 Poem||10/25/2009|
|884.||A Snowflake’s Revenge||12/20/2009|
|885.||A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)||9/28/2010|
|886.||(it Was) A Very Good Year.||10/24/2010|
|887.||A Cup Of Tea||2/16/2010|
|888.||sacred Flame (A Tale Of The Neanderthals) L||2/26/2010|
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sacred Flame (A Tale Of The Neanderthals) L
The newcomers killed my woman,
Ransacked my cave and killed my child.
My brother and I had been out hunting,
The only reason we’re still alive.
We noticed first as we drew closer
The sacred fire had gone out.
We dropped our catch and sniffed the air-
When I smelled blood I grabbed my axe.
My spirit dropped, my heart was saddened
My woman and my child lay dead
The newcomers had speared the baby
A club caved in my woman’s head.
My brother took the child to bury
I built a rock cairn for my mate
I stroked her matted hair in ...
A winter storm had dumped a foot
of wet and heavy slushy snow.
As the sidewalk does not clean itself
I dressed to face my winter foe.
I worked too hard, I worked too fast
as I shoveled out our walks and paths.
My heart was racing; I' was feeling done,
then a golden retriever came on the run.