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To my friend Les,
A lonely man found a feather
and knew from whence it came
It came from a heavenly angel
and Una was her name.
They had five years of courtship
And fifty five years of marriage
A daughter named Tina I know about
They wheeled in a baby carriage.
Una left Les to take a trip.
Her time on earth was done.
God needed a right hand angel
And knew she was the one.
That left Les a lonely man
To dwell upon the past
And the times he is alone,
Seems to last and last and last.
Then he found a single clue,
To help get his mind together.
There lying beside his computer,
Was a single white angel feather.
As he sat alone in silence,
He thought of his past life,
And the times up in the mountains,
He spent with his dear wife.
His mind was on their cabin,
He built with his bare hands,
About the thirty foot bridge he built,
And how Una loved that span.
Now my friend is in North Carolina,
Leaving Tina with his home to mind.
He is searching through his old retreat,
To see what he can find.
I know without a single doubt,
As sure as God gave His Son,
He will find more feathers from Una,
Which in Latin means number one.
I'd like to think that Les's creek,
Is flowing from God's own fountain.
I pray he finds the peace he seeks,
There...on Feather Mountain.
From Dtootie, the Oklahoma Bum.
1998
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