Best Windmill Poems

Sat on top of High Lonesome Hill
It would scream, cry, lacked grease and oil
The lonely sound as the mountain wind would blow
Pumped ice cold water, thirsty cows would drink their fill
In the summer time, the Sun would boil
Still pumping even in the snow

Built out of...

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My heart was stopped beside the mill,
Waterfalls, empty pail 
Beyond the barn, in the grim shadows
Bottled like a plan with no purpose
Broken glass under each stone
The wind blew dark raven plumes

The floor with no sign or face
Waterfalls, empty pail
A wide shade appears, 
Grey shadows crossing...

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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...

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Windmill,
Windmill,
Whoosh,
It's keeping me cool...

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Slowly turns windmill
By the gentle wind, grass grows
Eaten by the cows...

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windmill proud erect
between blankets of tulips
beauty laid for miles

arial view seen
like stripes across a flag
eye candy to reap...

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As I sit here, on a rectangular cake
Drawn and tied from Earth's oil, not fake

I wonder how to, in deuce, enunciate 
of the state, wherein, I participate

Past tense, was I; island dwelling to hide
The thing that tied; and bound the path to dive

Terrific honey, which...

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On the rise of a hill overlooking the bend,
where the old gravel road seems to narrow and blend,
stands the bony old legs made of timber and nail

With regal restraint, neither praise or complaint, 
it's remained in it's place like a candle on cake
It begs no...

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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...

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Clear your mind of doubts and fears
Wash away your pain with tears
Troubled thoughts can stir up sadness
Wrap your heart with utter gladness

As you embark on a difficult test
Bear in mind always that you are blessed
The path seems wobbly along the way
Just hold on to God,...

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There’s no greater symbolism of life than a sunrise
It is reminiscent of the book of Genesis, “Let there be light”
The slow reopening of a blinded eyesight from prolonged darkness
Of a proud father smiling at his children and their loving mother
His heartbeat is seeing the happiness...

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r My Most Embarrassing Moment -A Windmill and a Still

I stopped in a West Texas town –
There wasn’t much to see
Not much to do but sit around
They all just stared at me

I’ve Cowboy’d in some strange places
But this was stranger still
There was cows and empty...

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The windmill wheel
Goes slowly 'round
The breeze complies 
Without a sound

Then there are times
It spins to fast
When hit with
An uncontroled blast.

Be it hot
Or be it cold
The little wheel
Will go and go....

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That was not a windmill, it was

a beautiful wings-cutting mechanism

with a vitreous red peacock inside

who puts a solar edged Venice afternoon in motion

in a gentle blue square

into which we stuck our wings

so that our heavier-than-air bodies could happily flutter

with one thousand and one flexibilities

on the...

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Inspired And in awe of Majestic Beauty.
.
Stagnant moss and patches of lichen
Cling to weathered uneven 
Sandstone dry stone walls
Segregating lush green moorland
Surrounded by silent sisters standing 
Lofty huge and tall 
As wholly clouds majestically  graze
On both idle pleasant and more inhospitable days
.
An unpredictable temperamental...

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