Gayle Rodd Poet Rhyme

The Lonely Windmill

Enticing the wind to slide through its blades, 
spilling and tossing it over like waves,
then sending it gently to soar with the birds
like a pillar, it stands towering over the earth.

Withered and worn, it’s splintered and torn;
it’s weathered the worst of the vast prairie storms,
Kicking the wind up, evoking the flames
or perhaps spinning fiercely to douse them with rain.

Hail, tornadoes and through the rainfall
the windmill has always been part of it all,
and though the time has weakened its sail
it stands like a sentry throughout every gale.

Watching the cars as they bustle by
it waves with a blade from its home in the sky,
‘keeps watch o’er the animals grazing the hills
A timeless reliance -  the lonely windmill.

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Paul Callus September 24, 2017 at 1:33 PM I was drawn to this lovely poem by its title, Gayle. I was partly brought up by my grandparents & aunts in a windmill where I spent many happy hours. Regards // paul Gayle Rodd September 24, 2017 at 2:00 PM I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to put a "human element" to it

Sally Zaragoza August 16, 2017 at 9:23 PM I liked this one very much, exactly what a windmill is always there and strong to withstand the elements and to offer a familiar face, not human but very much there. Gayle Rodd August 17, 2017 at 8:59 AM Thank you Sally. Glad you stopped by to read it