beautiful windmill was struck
by an almighty thunder flash
women and children did chuck
water upon it and did splash
now that windmill in timbers
was very burnt near cinders
'hope everyone remembers
not to get splinters'
with that final last word
was windmills last grind
however that went unheard
crashing down so resigned
people sat down and cried
old windmill on hill divine
nobody believed it'd died
now that hill has a shrine
upon one side it read
dear beloved windmill
thank you for our bread
i liked it Mr Windy
lee fones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windmill-6/
