Windmills (Allan Bell)

n days gone by , when the world was much younger

Men harnessed the wind to work for mankind

Seaman built tall ships to sail on the ocean

While landsmend built wheels the corn for to grind


And Around and around went the big sail

Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheel

Creaking and groaning, the millstones kept turning 

Grinding to flour the good corn from the field


In Flanders and Spain and the lowlands of Holland

And the kingdoms of England and Scotland and Wales

Windmills sprang up all along the wild coastline

Ships of the land with their high canvas sails


In Lancashire, lads work hard at the good earth

Ploughing and sowing as the seasons declare

Waiting to reap all the rich, golden harvest

While the miller is idle, his mill to repair


Windmills of wood all blackened by weather

Windmills of stone, glaring white in the sun

Windmills like giants all ready for tilting

Windmilla that died in the gales and the sun 

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