The Old Windmill Daniel K. Statnekov I never see a windmill That I don't stop to think About my early days of youth That flew by in just a blink We had an old mill standing 'Tween the house and the barn Set high up on a wooden frame The sentinel of our farm Like an old-fashioned rocker Keepin' time to bended knee That windmill turned its circle While the breeze was blown' free You could hear its rusty creak When the wind turned around Sort of made a punctuation To its normal spinnin' sound I can hear 'em yet those wind-songs Played on fan blades made of steel Accompanied to the clatter of Those turnin' gears and wheels Set a rhythm to my childhood Gave me notice of the breeze Whether gusts before a summer storm Or silent winter freeze So in lookin' back with hindsight On the mem'ry of that mill I'd say it gave a pulse beat To the place that's with me still. Daniel K. Statnekov has a book "Animated Earth" published in 1987 by North Atlantic Books, Berkeley, CA.