The old windmill rests after all these years
Pumping fresh cool water from down below
During those years ranchers prayed for rain
Praying at least, for the wind to blow.
Windmills with missing blades and rusting gears
Many stories are still told with lots of history
How they pumped water all those years
And still stand will remain a mystery.
Time will come when windmills are gone
No longer a shadow will they cast
They simply stand in the dry pasture
Leaving a link of memories to the past.
God, thank you for windmills along the way
For the time to pause, pray, and reminisce
Thank you God for good memories today
For things of long ago that we miss.
Verse Copyright 2005
Glenna M. Baugh
~Living by Faith~