The Wind Doesn't Cry Mary: Poem

THE WIND DOESN'T CRY MARY

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Tempests that howl over chimneypots

No words whispering Mary

Not a single name not a single verse in rhyme

That traffic light didn't turn blue

The wind didn't say anything at all this time.

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Another time, another age, the wind

Played with us but now its through

Now there is nothing left to murmur

The wind doesn't whisper Mary

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The urban lights twinkle and glow

Wet dark streets decay and buildings grow

Bombs splatter and fields decay

But that for most of us is far, far away.

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The wind doesn't whisper Mary

But its true, we are still staggering along

The road is long, the wind is strong

But doesn't whisper the words of that song

And the wind doesn't cry out

Mary

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Copyright: Rani Turton

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I don't think I need to add a note to this poem. I always loved the song which inspired this poem.

Playing the opening chords:

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmZpZ9CiVFg&playnext_from=PL&feature=PlayList&p=351C25DBDA1ED380&playnext=1&index=13