whispering in the wind

by John Doe 4 Replies latest jw friends

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  John Doe

  Have you whispered through the wind,

  To a deep dark friend,

  Thinking things gone wrong?

  And did you turn your thoughts in

  A dream of long lost souls,

  In the darkness all along.

  But you can’t see the future

  And the glories yet untold

  When you’re talking to your friend,

  Whispering in the wind, and the darkness, all along.

  Did you think you’d find the ending

  To a never ending story,

  Written years ago?

  And do you feel him waiting

  Just beyond the dampness

  Sure, the evening’s just begun.

  But you can’t see the future

  And the glories yet untold

  When you’re talking to your friend,

  Whispering in the wind, and the darkness, all along.
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  Snoozy

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  And?

  Snoozy...
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  unclebruce

  You alright snoozypoo? .. Looks like you're hypnotised or something

  One of my favorite poems by O' Henry:

  Freedom on the Wallaby

  Australia's a big country
  An' Freedom's humping bluey,
  An' Freedom's on the wallaby
  Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey?
  She's just begun to boomerang,
  She'll knock the tyrants silly,
  She's goin' to light another fire
  And boil another billy.

  Our fathers toiled for bitter bread
  While loafers thrived beside 'em,
  But food to eat and clothes to wear,
  Their native land denied 'em.
  An' so they left their native land
  In spite of their devotion,
  An' so they came, or if they stole,
  Were sent across the ocean.
  
  Then Freedom couldn't stand the glare
  O' Royalty's regalia,
  She left the loafers where they were,
  An' came out to Australia.
  But now across the mighty main
  The chains have come ter bind her –
  She little thought to see again
  The wrongs she left behind her.

  Our parents toil'd to make a home –
  Hard grubbin 'twas an' clearin' –
  They wasn't crowded much with lords
  When they was pioneering.
  But now that we have made the land
  A garden full of promise,
  Old Greed must crook 'is dirty hand
  And come ter take it from us

  So we must fly a rebel flag,
  As others did before us,
  And we must sing a rebel song
  And join in rebel chorus.
  We'll make the tyrants feel the sting
  O' those that they would throttle;
  They needn't say the fault is ours
  If blood should stain the wattle!

  Henry Lawson (1867-1922)

  
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  JimmyPage

  Whispering in the wind: Like this?

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xWFmz7u0kk
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  unclebruce

  Sweet Jimmy, but not that poetic in my humble ..

  Oh How The People Rejoiced!