Barbara Brewin Poet Rhyme

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

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