John F. McCullagh

Silver Star - 3,793 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Fifty Words For Snow - Poem by John F. McCullagh

In the arctic wastes where the Inuit tribe hunts caribou and fights to survive,
I have been told since long ago that tribe has fifty words for “snow”
That seemed superfluous to me- Fifty words for one commodity!
If I was born an Eskimo, I’d have fifty words to learn and know

I do most of the shoveling here, my wife and children cheer me on.
The winter lingers long and drear, some days it seems the Sun is gone.
Despite the calendar I greatly fear that blessed spring is nowhere near
Tomorrow, the radio makes clear, we’re expecting six more inches here.

Some snow is like a sugary mist, granulated and sublime,
Quite useless for a snow ball fight, for that you need the packing kind.
The worst is the wet sodden snow, the kind that threatens a heart attack.
It’s difficult to lift and throw; it hurts the arms and strains the back.

I told my wife I now know why they need fifty words for snow.
I have a few choice words I’d add; words the children shouldn’t know.
Those Inuit folk who fight to survive in the land of snow and ice-
They have fifty words for snow, only one of which is nice.

Topic(s) of this poem: snow

Form: Ballad


Comments about Fifty Words For Snow by John F. McCullagh

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (3/4/2015 8:29:00 AM)


    What a read, what a poem....what entertainment...John, you still got it, my man, oh yeah! ...I left PF awhile ago...kept about 40 or so works on site....for who or what I haven't a clue, being that the Cat & pajama kidzzzzz
    took over the site, and if you don't swear, threaten or harass...you're not in: THE CIRCLE 2-get reads or comments...This site is very different now, also...No one is a problem...They all seem like me, pretty much 2-themselves, however, most want to be read & commented on, but without any obligation to reciprocate...
    When I last left PH IN 2010, comments, reads & good people were not a problem...however, in the forum, things were, lets just say, a wee bit the opposite... My own fault, as I never start a brew-ha-ha, but if I one is aimed at me, I won't cyber-walk away....I got tired of the daily controversies, but the funniest part was when I left to go to PF, I wound up becoming good friends with 4 of the 5 who were the reason I left! Now, I ask you...Did you really want to hear all that? EXACTLY! Hope all is well by you...10-4
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    John Mccullagh John Mccullagh (3/19/2015 7:34:00 AM)

    Thanks, It is good to hear that you too are still in the game. I asgree with you that Poetfreak has been taken over by the inmates of the mental ward.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015



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