Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points (25th March 1943)

Intriguing Creations - Poem by Ernestine Northover

Canvas sails of the windmill, secured to their whips,
Circle around on slow orbital trips.
No hurrying to speed the day’s hours away,
The winds hold them captive, they have to obey.

The blades catch the currents that travel along,
Turning continuously, powerful and strong.
Moving the mechanism of sprockets rotating,
Crushing the corn and then flour creating.

What a joy when you see one, they stand proud and tall.
A relic of times when the miller would haul
Jute sacks full of wheat, which he would then kibble,
In that dusty old place, where the mice came to nibble.

The Smock Mill, the Post Mill and the Tower Mill well knew,
The procedure of grinding the grain fine and true.
But these intriguing creations are now hard to find,
As the old time traditions are now left far behind.


Comments about Intriguing Creations by Ernestine Northover

  • Andrew Blakemore (6/4/2008 3:01:00 AM)


    A beautiful and romantic picture of old England. Wonderful. Love, Andrew x (Report) Reply

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  • (11/3/2007 5:50:00 AM)


    Are there any still left in England which are still in opperation Ernestine
    Would be wonderful to see
    Such mighty giants, capable of such humble work
    What a thought
    Love duncan X
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  • (11/1/2007 8:28:00 PM)


    How lovely! beautifully written..i remember my childhood in our place..this is a beautiful piece, Ern..i love it

    love,
    Meggie
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  • (11/1/2007 7:15:00 PM)


    An evocative, keenly observed piece about one of man's most romantic inventions. A charming easy to read poem written with flair and warmth. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • (11/1/2007 3:55:00 PM)


    'Now, ' Henny Penny said, 'If I can just get someone to help me bake this bread! '
    What an absolutely charming poem...down, even, to the tiny mice, nibbling, nibbling away at the wonderland of corn. They must think they have died and gone to heaven! I loved this poem...and thought I even felt that gentle breeze moving those canvas sails round and round. Wonderfully written.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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