Moinho do Faial com o pico ao fundo

Windmill

 

 

Even the whisper of a wind

Will woo these wind-catchers

To creak and groan, round and round,

Moaning above tulips, red and yellow.

 

And when one great dipping arm catches me

I soar screaming into baby-blue sky,

With wide and wild eyes

Stirring color to a blur.

 

“Hang on, hang on, hang on, ”

My laughing heart sings,

“Like love it lifts you

And brings you round,

 

And like a poem,

Dancing you

High above familiar ground,

It never wants to put you down.

 

Dennis Lambert

 

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Taken on November 21, 2006