The Old Wind Mill

The old wind mill turns no more frozen in it's stance haunted giant fan of rusting steel from afar you glance Really never worked that hard even when the wind blew lasted for about ten years and then it was all but through A hundred birds a day it shred and at night it sliced the bats made noisy pollution, all the land it stole now home for rats A grave yard of giant skeletons across the horizon stretch these old wind mills profits made for foreign interest fetch Was it green it needed coal when the winds did not blow Good intentions never last the old wind mill run out of gas