Thread: "poem Contest"

The old windwill...
How I love to watch it twirl in the wind.
But it is this time I know
The spirits are at play again.

They make is spin fast,
And make it spin slow....
The old windmill whirling,
And it's obvious to know.

I pray the spirits be gentle,
For the windwill's posts are weak.
I just hope they don't hurt it,
For my hope would then turn bleak.

The windmill had been my guardian,
for all my dreams and wishes.
I've gone to it many times for comfort,
and even blown the structure kisses.

So spirits play nice,
As you enjoy your playful time.
So long till next time my friend,
the old windwill of mine.

AWesome submissions! GOOD LUCK! i will reopen this thread and u all can post comments in it latr.