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  Windmills on the Prairies  
 

When I cross the windswept prairies
of many Midwest states,
I see old windmills standin’
in fields—no fence, no gate.

Few are still in use today,
but oh, how much they spun
to bring sweet water from below
for thirst, or field, or fun.

Broken Windmills

The cattle trough was always full,
an’ horse barrel overflowed
with cool, refreshing water
like most have never know’d.

Windmills on the plains

The wind would whistle thru’ them,
each slat would push the other,
with a noise that was quite distinct,
at night could make you shudder.

Wind swept Praries

Now the ghostly sound is stilled,
the slats are bent an’ broken,
but as for history of this land—
the windmill is our token.

 

Tamara Hillman
©2011

 
 


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