Windmill
Barbed wire, broken fences
Irregular stone walls
Set against a blue sky
With a mist of silver bullets
About to pounce, or plummet
Wings of calculated dimensions
Listen to the wind, love her
For her energy, love her for her calm
And on this cold winters day
Love her for the warmth
She brings to those from fallen ground
Turn now and turn again
Show off your wares
Flaunt your infinite beauty
Set against a blue sky
With a drift of silver bullets
About to pounce, or plummet
