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Daniel A. Stafford5/31/2001 1:30:11 AM
9/1/2010 3:59:09 PM		1902

Fresh Country Air:

American Windmill Museum
Bergey Wind Power
You see them out there on those back country two-lanes,
Rusted and missing half their vanes,
Like old friends grown old and broken down,
It kind of makes you frown,
They used to be full of color and whirl and dance,
And their nostalgic feel still has a certain romance,
And the old barns are leaning,
When a fiddle and a jig once had a better meaning.
I saw some of the survivors today,
In the place that many of them were born they stay,
There in the park in magnificent display,
It seems they call to me in a deep rooted way,
I read the plaque on the biggest and brightest,
It gave me interesting answers to the history test,
This one was born in the same town I was,
And it mirrors my new cause,
A priest from Beloit Wisconsin invented a new joy,
And brought it to Batavia along the Fox in Illinois,
There were three factories there back in 1850,
And City Hall is now in one converted so nifty,
And they sold the company that made my fellow Wisconsonian,
To the factory in Beloit where Nono spent 44 years going in,
It's a fascinating thing to me to see,
Because it has so much synchronicity,
Oil forced them out of business in the 1900's,
But in the new non-polluting day you'll see them by the hundreds,
They'll make hydrogen and electricity,
But they have a benefit you won't see in the city,
They'll help save the family farm,
And the Earth they'll keep from getting too warm,
So when you see one out there take the time to ponder and to stare,
Because someday that colorful windmill,
Will save that fresh country air.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 2001


By: Daniel A. Stafford

Author's Comments

I think angels must bless windmills,
and we should, too. If you're ever near Batavia, IL,
stop out at windmill park, or see the Antique Dutch
windmill they're restoring at Fabian Park in Geneva,
Up there along the Fox River where all those buttery
yellow limestone buildings still hold sway.

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Leighleigh@leighscorner.com5/31/2001 7:18:16 PM
Leighleigh@leighscorner.comhttp://leighscorner.com/5/31/2001 7:21:03 PM
Dan, I can really appreciate this, as there are many, many windmills dotting the landscape here where I live, and I've always loved them! They conjure such wonderful thoughts and images! There are also windmill farms up around Denver where electricity is produced -- quite a sight! Great poem! *s*

 
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