The Windmill’s Silent Watch: A Monument to Perseverance and Labor

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

Upon the plains where time stands still,

A windmill turns with steadfast will.

Its blades like wings in the sunlit air,

Breathe life to dreams with patient care.

Through storms they weathered, droughts they faced,

With rusting gears, yet never chased.

The creaks and groans of wood and steel,

Echo the strength of hearts that feel.

Beneath the stars, the shadows sway,

The windmill guards the break of day.

In solitude, it holds its ground,

A watchful soul where hope is found.

So let it stand, this timeless friend,

A testament that will not bend.

For in its silence, a storys spun,

Of toil and triumph neath the sun.