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Ode to Burnham Windmill

 

Besmocked in white, you thrived among

A field of golden bloomers sprung

From Mother Nature’s heart and lung

 

For many years your quern stone ground

Producing flour, pound on pound

Jib and paddles edging round

 

But winds that forced your sails to creak

Splitting grain from lip to cheek

No longer have the strength to speak

 

For in their place, a callous breeze

Meandering through random trees

Eschewing you for yonder leas

 

Abandoned now, you soldier on

Your miller dead, your bagger gone

The splayed arms, still, your tunic, wan

Your legacy a

Marathon

Farewell

 

Cold as hoar we hit the ground

Trailing hooves we bare could see

And in our wake the twisters trailed

As we rode out in misery

 

Many hours and many more

The party rode through night and day

Searching for the smallest hint

Our missing horse had passed this way

 

It first began one early morn

The thunder clouds had gathered fast

While winds had added to the storm

Which broke the horses tethered mast

 

The nags stampeded to the hills

Spreading panic aimlessly

But we had lost a bigger prize

Our one and only pedigree

 

I’d heard the sound of whinnying

Against the backdrop of the rain

But I was lost to stud and redeye

Fanning cards to deal again

 

It wasn’t ‘til the wife awoke me

Screaming out as if in pain

‘Wake up Bill, wake up I beg yer

Alice has escaped again’

 

The clouds had gone, the storm had passed

And in its place a deathly chill

‘twas then I summoned up the men

Still drunk, we set off with a will

 

We separated at the pass

Regrouping at the canyon’s plain

I knew that in my heart I’d never

See nor hear my horse again

 

For three days more we ventured on

With charges lame we rode through hell

Until a neigh from yonder came

‘Farewell’

 

‘Farewell, dear boys, do not approach

I must seek out my destiny

But I’ll return to you one day

And pray you won’t forget me’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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