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Windmill
It was once the pride of a prairie farmer not too many years ago. Now, long abandoned it stands forlorn on a wind-blown plateau. Its rusting blades slowly turn at the whim of every passing breeze. It has weathered the storms of summer and the bitter winter's freeze! It leans a bit askew and a couple of blades are missing from the shaft, And it squeals a lot as it laboriously turns with each passing draught. The rusty weather vane dangles lifelessly having served its vital role. No life-sustaining water doth it draw for this once busy watering hole! A couple of stately cedar trees grow nearby as if standing guard, Over the old windmill's enfeebled frame so twisted and so marred. The water tank that once over-flowed with cool waters from the well, Now lies in a corroding heap where not a living thing doth dwell! A once sturdy barn leans in upon itself nearby in a terrible shambles, Nearly hidden by ancient oaks and creeping blackberry brambles. What was once a prosperous farm, alas, is now torn asunder. Who once dwelt in that archaic homestead, I am left to wonder! The once beckoning oasis sated the thirst of a multitude of creatures. A well-worn path is seen leading there - 'tis one of its lasting features. The verdant prairies for many years with working windmills were replete. Graceful windmills that graced the landscape are, alas, nearly obsolete! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved
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