(Photo by Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixels Narratives
THE WINDMILL
Wind moves the windmill
Like a choreographed dance
The natural force
And the man made contraption
At one on the lonely prairie
Sending me images of the land before Oz
Stirring my emotions and memories
Holding them captive
Awaiting the creative outlet
That is bound to flow from my pen
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