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the old windmills

in Spain, slowly turning

large cloth blades


turning and grinding

ancient grains of the past


lined up in a row on a hillside

waiting for Don Quixote

to mistake them for giants


with his sidekick Sancho

he attacked them

only to get his lance

caught in the canvas blades


thought he had been tricked

by an evil magician that turned

the giants into windmills


his sidekick questioned his tactics

but obediently followed


never disagreeing

because Quixote promised him

a governorship of an island


judged reality based on his

false perceptions, ascribing to

it the things that simply were not there


he lived in the world of his own making

paranoid odd behavior

classical signs of inability

to take the blame for his actions


when Quixote died

the windmills kept turning

as though he never existed


Sancho got nothing in the end


the windmills keep

following the wind


graceful as they turn

and turn

windmillsdon Quixote

◄ the poor boy that had no Christmas

the long winter is almost past ►


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clyde McCulley

Fri 28th Jan 2022 14:41

Stephen, you are so correct. Thank you for your note.

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 27th Jan 2022 17:16

A superb poem, Clyde. I must say that 'inability to take the blame for his actions' makes Don Quixote sound very contemporary!

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clyde McCulley

Tue 25th Jan 2022 21:56

Thanks Adam

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Adam Whitworth

Tue 25th Jan 2022 10:18

A good read. Thankyou.

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