I am not sure what’s got into me when it comes to poems this year. It seems an appropriate decoration for these pages. This is a rhyming thought from a train journey I did recently that went past a few eco-friendly white wind turbines. You know the sort.
As ever presumably due to their direction, several were working but one was stationary. I felt a bit sad for the lonely windmill so I wrote him this.
The Lonely Windmill
All your friends are spinning
Their lives seem so great
And you’re right there with them
But you’re all about face
Struggling each day
Where is that gust?
You need just a wind of change
And the will to adjust
With your flawless complexion
And your pearly attire
I trust you’ll lose your inertia
You symmetrical trier.
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