I too find them beautiful. I love seeing a row of them stretched out on the dry, bare ridges prevalent here. like shimmering spinning sculptures.

Have I posted my song anywhere?

chorus:

no one's laughing at the windmill any more

That once proud symbol of the prairie rises like in days of yore

Sun a d wind will still be there when the earth is all stripped bare

No, no one's laughing at the windmill any more.

You saw it here first.

MA