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strong winds blow
strong winds blow
it appears the poet died today
he was afflicted with a broken heart
seems he had no more words to say
he’d already done his part
so they got the oven ready
cause he wanted his body to burn
and they held the tray real steady
and poured him inside an urn
seems the poet flew over the calming seas
more freely than ever before
his ashes scattered, just as he pleased
they sank slowly to the ocean floor
sand and ashes blend well, it seems
so the poet was laid to rest
it was just a troubadour’s wandering dream
after he’d given his very best
as the lyricist returned to the tranquil sea
he caused words to come alive
hoping someday someone would see
the world through his watchful eyes
the sea water became his salty tears
the clouds, a soft blanket for rest
in the depth he drowned his remaining fears
knowing he had given his best
it happened that the poet died today
he had nowhere left to go
the final words they heard him say
were 'take me where the strong winds blow'
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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