Thursday, November 1, 2007

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Rating: 5.0

Canvas sails of the windmill, secured to their whips,
Circle around on slow orbital trips.
No hurrying to speed the day’s hours away,
The winds hold them captive, they have to obey.
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Ernestine Northover
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Andrew Blakemore 04 June 2008

A beautiful and romantic picture of old England. Wonderful. Love, Andrew x

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Duncan Wyllie 03 November 2007

Are there any still left in England which are still in opperation Ernestine Would be wonderful to see Such mighty giants, capable of such humble work What a thought Love duncan X

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Meggie Gultiano 01 November 2007

How lovely! beautifully written..i remember my childhood in our place..this is a beautiful piece, Ern..i love it love, Meggie

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Alison Cassidy 01 November 2007

An evocative, keenly observed piece about one of man's most romantic inventions. A charming easy to read poem written with flair and warmth. love, Allie xxxx

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Scarlett Treat 01 November 2007

'Now, ' Henny Penny said, 'If I can just get someone to help me bake this bread! ' What an absolutely charming poem...down, even, to the tiny mice, nibbling, nibbling away at the wonderland of corn. They must think they have died and gone to heaven! I loved this poem...and thought I even felt that gentle breeze moving those canvas sails round and round. Wonderfully written.

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