Monday, August 1, 2011


The grass bobs and bows as the
prairie wind dances and twirls,
the windmill creaking in anguish as it
slowly spins in the current of time.
The tar paper shack is gone and only a
chunk of cement nearly buried
marks the place where a family once
lived, loved, fought, and died,
with one of them literally murdered
there, secretly buried and
lately mourned.
(Posted for Magpie Tales, Mag 76, 8/1/11)


Thank you to the Promising Poet's Cafe for the Perfect Poet Award for Week 49 - these honors very much humble me! And may I recommend Window Lad/Kelvin for next week's nomination!


  1. take a very peaceful open to a nice twisty end...

  2. Ouch! A breezy little jaunt into horrific darkness, slicing through the peaceful images.

  3. ..i agree with Brian.. you started with a quite soothing lines and imagery and ends up with a very haunting note.. i like the versatility you executed in this piece.. adorable!


  4. Wow! This one swings from one mood to another so seamlessly! Makes me want to know more!

  5. As with most of my writing, this is based on a true story.

  6. Beautiful yet haunting. Through you words I can hear the hot air, rotating blades, and mournful songs of wind across wires on my grandparents' Texas farm...


  7. someday, you'll have to tell me the story.

  8. Ooh, what an ending! Perhaps it explains the windmill's anguish.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

  9. Very creative. Love the detail you add to the story and the colorful ending as well. Good job!

  10. I can feel the loss through your brilliant your blog! :-)


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