The Rag Picker and the Wind
Godfather.
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Where does the wind go
After it blows thru her hair.
As it moves thru the cool night air
The church bell rings
Carrying the broken silence of these small town streets
Into valleys of history unknown.
A pair of reading glasses sit upon the table
Lonely for the words in a open book
Placed by Og Mandino carefully
One loving memory at a time.
And still I wonder where the Rag Picker has gone.
And where does the wind go
After it blows thru her hair.
The cars on the street move in lost direction
following shadows in the night
Cast by street lights placed on sidewalks
Faded and cracked by the fury of the sun.
Casting light in all directions
Giving reason to the night and the wind that passes by
In search of the Rag Picker who never said good-by.
And I still need to know
Where does the wind go
After it blows thru her hair.
The wind never tells it secretes
It never says where it’s been
Cold and lonely are the seasons of wither
That never seem to end.
And still I wonder where has the Rag Picker gone.
Godfather.
After it blows thru her hair.
As it moves thru the cool night air
The church bell rings
Carrying the broken silence of these small town streets
Into valleys of history unknown.
A pair of reading glasses sit upon the table
Lonely for the words in a open book
Placed by Og Mandino carefully
One loving memory at a time.
And still I wonder where the Rag Picker has gone.
And where does the wind go
After it blows thru her hair.
The cars on the street move in lost direction
following shadows in the night
Cast by street lights placed on sidewalks
Faded and cracked by the fury of the sun.
Casting light in all directions
Giving reason to the night and the wind that passes by
In search of the Rag Picker who never said good-by.
And I still need to know
Where does the wind go
After it blows thru her hair.
The wind never tells it secretes
It never says where it’s been
Cold and lonely are the seasons of wither
That never seem to end.
And still I wonder where has the Rag Picker gone.
Godfather.
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thank you Rollings, do you know of Og Mandino and the Rag Picker ?
Godfather.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
wow ! and thank you you my friend !
Godfather.
if you have time google him,he's my favorite author I've read 6 or 7 of his books the man was just an increditable tallent with a beautiful mind for writing.
Godfather.
Then I read "cold and lonely are the seasons of wither. That never seem to end". I thought tonight's tears were laying quietly beside her on the bed; I'll have a few more for mine.
Thanks for that one. Og Mandino, Godfather, too you both.
The wind may never tell its secrets
But powered by love
my voice will echo throughout all eternity
"I'll always remember you, Nona". .
"If only from this vision, be the other side so lucky".
rollings
I can't get enough of this!
In joyous part.
Tallen, my thoughts and prayers to you and your family.
Godfather.
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