The homesteaders’ prized possession
was his Windmill on the plains
Bringing water to his crops by hand
had been his most significant pain
With shifting winds, they worked so well
A water pump the Windmill was swell
Watering the crops and animals, and if you wanted the wife to cook
you needed the luxury of a windmill
no matter what it took
But as every good thing in life eventually becomes obsolete
Such was the Windmill when electric, and natural gas took the windmills seat
Still, there is not as beautiful a sight to see and hear
Then the old Windmill standing on a hillside
I feel
once upon a windmill
Arms still turning on a hill