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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 5, 2013 21:11:12 GMT
Sorry for being delayed with the new Weekly Theme:
Share your Inspiration on
The Windmill
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Post by doreen23 on Aug 5, 2013 22:03:15 GMT
The windmill
A windmill is a spinning wheel
Which can be tall or short
It keeps sails turning , both night and day
while standing like a fort
Always spinning, never stopping
Quiet and alone and free
Not that many are around now
So it is an attraction to see
On windy days, the sails move fast
rotating both night and day
Four sails that make a cross
and underneath children will play
DEE 2013
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Post by puddles on Aug 6, 2013 21:39:26 GMT
Windmill of our Rhyme
For in the windmill of one's mind
we seek a treasure so divine
which hide in dreams we pray to find
utterances we hope will bind
To ease the memories of forgotten time
from melodies so ever kind
we try so hard to chime
breathlessly we wait tragically we pine
so goes within the windmill of our rhyme
upon dreams we hold so divine
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 7, 2013 21:05:48 GMT
Lovely poem Doreen and very inspirational poem Roland - thanks to you both!
The Windmill
Where the Windmill turns in the gentle breeze
The leaves whisper in the silvery birch trees
Fields of wheat are stretching so wide and free
Far to the horizon, where greets the sea.
The Windmill’s sails, now bleached from the sun
They seem to wave and say ‘my job is fun’
The wooden mill groans with the burden of age
Orders and bills written on histories page.
Not far is the day when the wheels stand still
Work times gone, lonely standing the mill
The parts scatter around by each storm
Memories in twilight, the sails now are torn.
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