{"id":1939,"date":"2023-11-26T20:31:55","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:31:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=1939"},"modified":"2023-11-28T23:09:04","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T23:09:04","slug":"the-windmill","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/the-poems\/the-windmill\/","title":{"rendered":"The windmill"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> The windmill<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on September 27, 2007.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nThe sails turn against the sky<br \/>\nThe clouds go past and catch the eye<br \/>\nThe wind blows through and wonders why<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>It may be hot it may be cold<br \/>\nThe windmill&#8217;s sails are getting old<br \/>\nBut still they stand out dark and bold<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve seen the sight one thousand times<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s been written in one thousand rhymes<br \/>\nSeen from where the church bell chimes<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>The farmers bring their sacks of wheat<br \/>\nTheir carts arriving from the street<br \/>\nThe flour is packed in bags so neat<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>And while I&#8217;m sleeping in my bed<br \/>\nThe flour is baked to loaves of bread<br \/>\nTo keep the hungry people fed<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>And so it goes for years and years<br \/>\nThe times of joy and times of tears<br \/>\nIt sees out hopes it sees out fears<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>A breath of wind is all it needs<br \/>\nFor this simple tool to do its deeds<br \/>\nAnd so the mighty nation feeds<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>When we are dead and buried deep<br \/>\nOur widows far too old to weep<br \/>\nWhen it&#8217;s our grandsons laid asleep<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n<p>Time stands still as sails turn<br \/>\nThe miller still has flour to earn<br \/>\nHe grinds until the final kirn<br \/>\nThe windmill<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The windmill by cricketjeff on September 27, 2007.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved The sails turn against the sky The clouds go past and catch the eye The wind blows through and wonders why The windmill It may be hot it may be cold The windmill&#8217;s sails are getting old But still they stand [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9742,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1939","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1939","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1939"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1939\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9570,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1939\/revisions\/9570"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9742"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1939"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}