The wind machines
Afield they stand
these evolutions of the windmill
masts of three hundred feet
each blade one fifty
Dun they are
Low they swoop
Rumble they make through your shoes
By night, they set the land alight
with intermittent red
Some say majestic
Others revile
In the right blue-grey sky,
Invisible.
Quixote would be confounded.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Sancho Panza would protect him! Love this one, too.
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