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The Lonely Windmill

Story ID:9569
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Corona, CA USA
Year:2014
Person:Sorry Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Lonely Windmill

The Lonely Windmill

While on a Sunday drive
Traveling the country roads of gravel and stone
Enjoying the picturesque countryside
There standing all alone

Is this lonely windmill
A last reminder of a farm or ranch
But for this windmill
You wouldn’t give this scene a second glance

This four legged tower
Some tall some small
Still standing
To show all

That once there was a dream
Small farm, man and wife
A young couple
Starting a new life

This lonely windmill
Pumped water for thirsty passerby’s
Cool in the summertime
Under those hot cloudless skies

A gentle breeze
This monster worked for you
Pumping water
For a threshing crew

To wash off the dust and dirt
A metal dipper hung on one leg
For anyone to have a drink
Or fill their water keg.

Kept that water tank full
For those horses and cows
Or for a quick dip of your handkerchief
To cool your sweaty brow

With the coming of electricity
These old windmills are now passé
They show an era gone by
Few used today

So we say good bye
To those windmills standing “still”
Marking an abandoned farm or ranch
No longer used, “That Lonely Windmill”

Monte L. Manka 03-12-2014