Post by otm on May 30, 2019 18:28:14 GMT
[Posted on QSMB 26 October 2013.]
His widow cries, his children weep. A smoker is laid to rest
The Preacher closes his bible and says onto the crowd “ ashes to ashes , dust to dust”
He touches his forehead and each side of his chest
Three men in fine tailored suits all with patent leather shoes, gold rings on there manicured fingers none with a hair out of place. Approach the casket covered over with a large red and white flag with two golden stallions one in a crown and other in none .
Under them the words “ Veni Vedi Vici” and below the stallions only one more word remains “ MARLBORO”
The two vice presidents pull the flag taunt end to end, fold it in three as the CEO holds his arms at its center not to let it drop . One man begins to fold the flag now from one corner to its center making a triangle and back again with each step forward he takes another fold in the flag. Untill he reaches its end leaving him with a red and white triangle of cloth to which he presents the widow in black.
ATTION.. yells the sentry as he draws his squad to order
“Ready , Light , Puff” he shouts as the 21 puff salute begins
The fellow smokers each from there own walk of life inhale deeply before
Blowing the smoke into the air
“ready, light ,puff “ the order is given once more. A house wife , a shoe maker
Are just two in the row of seven
“ready, light , puff” a school teacher, a dentist, an air line pilot.
“ready ,light ,puff” a nurse, a soldier.
All smoking in memory of one of there own fallen to the hands of cancer for the sake of appeasing a nicotine addiction.
As the last puff of smoke disburses into the sky
The sounds of a horses winny fills the air. Off on a distant hill A lone rider raises his mount on to its hind legs silhouetted by the setting sun. The chestnut mare boxes the air
Steam flares from its nostrils. The rider then relaxes the reins allowing the beast to re gain its footing before they race off into the sunset, never to be seen again.
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I wonder how many men and women has big tobacco buried on this tar stained field
How many markers of stone were planted to early.
How many stars are in the skys? Is there one for each smoker that died to young
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What you do today. May decide where you rest tomorrow
His widow cries, his children weep. A smoker is laid to rest
The Preacher closes his bible and says onto the crowd “ ashes to ashes , dust to dust”
He touches his forehead and each side of his chest
Three men in fine tailored suits all with patent leather shoes, gold rings on there manicured fingers none with a hair out of place. Approach the casket covered over with a large red and white flag with two golden stallions one in a crown and other in none .
Under them the words “ Veni Vedi Vici” and below the stallions only one more word remains “ MARLBORO”
The two vice presidents pull the flag taunt end to end, fold it in three as the CEO holds his arms at its center not to let it drop . One man begins to fold the flag now from one corner to its center making a triangle and back again with each step forward he takes another fold in the flag. Untill he reaches its end leaving him with a red and white triangle of cloth to which he presents the widow in black.
ATTION.. yells the sentry as he draws his squad to order
“Ready , Light , Puff” he shouts as the 21 puff salute begins
The fellow smokers each from there own walk of life inhale deeply before
Blowing the smoke into the air
“ready, light ,puff “ the order is given once more. A house wife , a shoe maker
Are just two in the row of seven
“ready, light , puff” a school teacher, a dentist, an air line pilot.
“ready ,light ,puff” a nurse, a soldier.
All smoking in memory of one of there own fallen to the hands of cancer for the sake of appeasing a nicotine addiction.
As the last puff of smoke disburses into the sky
The sounds of a horses winny fills the air. Off on a distant hill A lone rider raises his mount on to its hind legs silhouetted by the setting sun. The chestnut mare boxes the air
Steam flares from its nostrils. The rider then relaxes the reins allowing the beast to re gain its footing before they race off into the sunset, never to be seen again.
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I wonder how many men and women has big tobacco buried on this tar stained field
How many markers of stone were planted to early.
How many stars are in the skys? Is there one for each smoker that died to young
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What you do today. May decide where you rest tomorrow