Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

A Red Dirt Windmill


There are so many wonderful things
You’ll see in a red dirt world
Like windmills of all sizes
Their blades just whirl and whirl

The pasturelands are brilliant
As you see cattle roam around
And still you hear the noises
Of a windmill sort of sound

Delightful old country homes
Built many years ago
Surrounded by red dirt roads
They help the world to flow

Wild flowers growing ‘long side
Those ambling roads so red
That I could travel all day long
Until time to go to bed

If you’ve never been on red dirt
Or seen a Red Dirt Windmill
Just try it and see what you think
You are in for quite a thrill!

Submitted: Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011
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