No Drama Here

By Laffingnomi

Windmill

Even the whisper of a wind
Will woo these wind-catchers
To creak and groan, round and round,
Moaning above tulips, red and yellow.

And when one great dipping arm catches me
I soar screaming into baby-blue sky,
With wide and wild eyes
Stirring colour to a blur.

'Hang on, hang on, hang on',
My laughing heart sings,
Like love it lifts you
And brings you round,

And like a poem,
Dancing you
High above familiar ground,
It never wants to put you down.

Dennis Lambert


Little Marton Windmill, close to my home http://www.littlemartonwindmill.org.uk/history/history.html

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