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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

a poem about how the past can be compared to today




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 Pancho

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

Pancho got nothing in the end


the windmills keep

following the wind

graceful as they turn

and turn

Submitted: January 24, 2021

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