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’