Wilson Rawls Quote
After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the first time I saw my pups in the box at the depot. I thought of the fifty dollars, the nickels and dimes, and the fishermen and blackberry patches.I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.
Wilson Rawls
After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the first time I saw my pups in the box at the depot. I thought of the fifty dollars, the nickels and dimes, and the fishermen and blackberry patches.I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.
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About Wilson Rawls
Woodrow Wilson Rawls (September 24, 1913 – December 16, 1984) was an American writer best known for his books Where the Red Fern Grows and Summer of the Monkeys.