<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brass Lantern Winds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were riding our horses smoothly, <br>returning from war, bullets torn through<br>me, my friends, a rancher and a priest<br>veterans<br>we just have passed the morning mist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(bullet riddled right through) , riding slowly<br>bloody sweat drops - dropp on the ground<br>'My friends the priest says, I 'll sit amidst<br>this longhorn<br>tall grass, the flowers, the buzzing bees..'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we sit. I, the sailor, wearily pull out<br>my saddle bags, three bottles of liquor, <br>'try it buds, in my parts, of this we drink, <br>trustfully<br>for med, and cure, 'Rakee' triply distilled'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we drink and drink, sip by sip (we drink) <br>slow bloody drops slowly fall, 'My friends, <br>the farmer says, I 'll leave, I 'll miss my home<br>my sweet<br>waiting gal, my land, my cattle that roam.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, no my friend', I say, 'you have to dance<br>for this med to act'. Dubiously he stands<br>I, the sailor stand, staggering, we dance, <br>atop the land -<br>on longhorn tall, with bees and birds, green grass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">colors and such, regain strength, drink, jump<br>with butterflies, finches, daisies, poppies, <br>as soon as red drops, dropp on the ground, <br>we laugh<br>support each, up we jump, on earthen mound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as there was of no logic, a blaze of hope was, <br>a body riddled right through, we roll a smoke, <br>sip by sip, we smoke.. Sweetly red drops, drop<br>'I think I 'll rest'<br>The farmer goes, 'good med, as epitope'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sleeps and sleeps.. 'Brass lantern winds'<br>I mumble a foolish song we sung aboard..<br>'Almighty God', I hear the priest, 'Scared I be! <br>scared I be...<br>Find me God, I cannot find thee...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400710" data-title="Brass Lantern Winds de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="We were riding our horses smoothly, returning from war, bullets torn through me, my friends, a rancher and a priest veterans we just have passed the morning mist. (bullet riddled right through) , riding slowly bloody sweat drops - dropp on the g..."></div> </div> </div>

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