I whispered to that old windmill,
Don’t give up! Even
though
Your blades are
rusty, and
They creak and groan,
Your voice will sing again.
And soar on the wind,
And your notes will weave
Through the rustling trees,
And joy and hope will be
Felt in every leaf.
The perfect photo to go with this hopeful poem! Thanks for your info on the Scorpion truck, too!!
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DeleteThank you Ginny :) I saw my photo and the poem took an hour for me to put together. I enjoyed doing that. You are very welcome on the scorpion. A fascinating piece of machinery that will save lives.
Nice. Never give up.
ReplyDeleteThank you Margaret, glad you think so :)
DeleteEnjoy your day too - and the coming weekend.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sue :) and the same to you.
DeleteI like the optimism of the poem.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely weekend - I hope your knee is improving.
Thank you Janice, we need positivity and optimism, especially nowadays when negativity is thrown at us from all over.
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem that is. I love the photo too. That sky just draws me in
ReplyDeleteThanks Ann, so glad you like it. It was a perfect sky that day :) I don’t do poems very often, but when I can’t find one to fit, I will give it a go. As long as they are short, my brain hurts after a while, lol!
DeleteBeautiful! Have a great day, Denise.
ReplyDeleteThank you Angie, and you have a great day also :)
DeleteLove the photo and the poem! Take care, have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteThanks Eileen, much appreciated :)
DeleteHappy Friday!
ReplyDeleteThank you David and to you also :)
DeleteLove the photo of the windmill.'
DeleteHave a good weekend.
Thanks so much! You have a good weekend too :)
DeleteHaving an old windmill, that really spoke to me. I forget how old mine is, I just know it was spinning long before I was born.
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderful! I love to hear of these connections. Thanks for sharing them.
DeleteDenise what a wonderful poem to the windmill....and the blue sky what a great photo
ReplyDeleteHugs Cecilia
Happy you thought so Cecilia :) Thank you and sending hugs.
DeleteThis brings back memories of the wind charger we had on the farm. The sound rose and fell with each gust if wind.
ReplyDeleteMemories of sounds from childhood, how wonderful! Thank you for sharing that Red :)
DeleteGreat photo and good wisdom as well. Each decade (or each year!), I creak and groan a bit more but happy to know that I can sing with purpose:) Have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteHi Jennifer, I can definitely relate and always we must sing with purpose. Thank you and have a wonderful weekend also :)
DeleteI like the old windmill poem, Denise. It was nice to hear this morning.
ReplyDelete~Sheri
Wonderful Sheri, thank you :) so glad.
Deletei enjoyed reading this!! my blades are a little rusty right now!!
ReplyDeleteThat’s great and mine too Debbie :)
DeleteSuch a profound poem, Denise. Is it yours? Have a lovely day, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you Martha Ellen and yes, it was mine :) You have a lovely day also my friend.
DeleteI loved it!
Delete❤️ Thank you my friend :)
DeleteI can't decide which is more beautiful. So beautiful windmill are the lovely poem. That is one gorgeous Rusty windmill
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DeleteThat’s a sweet compliment Sandra, thank you! :) I have been taking photos of the windmill for years.
Nice to read your poem, I like the image too.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Thank you Jan, I am happy you enjoyed them :) All the best to you also.
DeleteI love the photo, but the poem even more.
ReplyDeleteVery happy you liked the photo and my poem Rose. Thank you:)
DeleteMe gusto el poema. Te mando u beso
ReplyDeleteMuchas gracias. Me alegra que hayas disfrutado de mi poema. Te mando un beso :)
DeleteLovely post!
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda :)
DeleteHopeful
ReplyDeleteThat is my hope :)
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