The Windmill

THE WINDMILL On a tall hill a windmill stood A beacon for all to see His painted sails flew round and round He was as happy as happy could be. Whatever the weather the windmill sat So tall and bright and proud A Landmark for every traveller to find A sanctuary, far from the crowds His face belied a great big smile As he watched the world go by “This is the life” the windmill said "I hope I never die." The windmill sat for years and years The whole world at his feet, His sails drove the water through the stream, The chaff turned into wheat. A happy windmill, loved by all His life mapped out he thought, But finally old age set in, His sails gave up, he was distraught. No more did the windmill smile Nor did his sails go round He felt that he was of no more use His smiling face now frowned. But one bright day as the windmill cried, A Rainbow came strolling by He asked the windmill in a gentle voice, “Why is it that you cry?” The windmill told him the whole sad tale That he was of no more use “Don’t worry” said Rainbow “I’ve colour to spare I’ll paint you brightly, use oil and spruce. So Rainbow painted all day long And the windmill began to smile Bright new colours of red and gold He would be good as new in a while Now on a tall hill a windmill stands A beacon for all to see His painted sails fly round and round He is as happy as happy can be. Barbara Brewin (c) 2009