That old wind mill just keeps on turning
Never stops at all no way~
Only gives a little squeak now n then
Guess it has little to say~
The sunsets play games with its blades
As rays of sunlight divide~
And that old mill shares them with
The shadows that are slowly made~
Tall and elegant rusty some
Never seems to fault at all
Working not stop day n night
Never needs a breakfast call~
If that old mill could tell stories
I know for sure there'd be a few~
As a few good memories have been made
In that tank below over a year or two~
Just round and round with no complaints
Never seems to cease~
And the only wages that it ever gets
Is now n then a little grease~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018