like a canglestick. alone. high above everyone else. isolated. light me. and i’ll meet you half way. oh. what does that mean. i’m just a rosebud
gionna
Windmills are beautiful. I want one. My friend took pictures of the windmills she saw in Germany. It’s amazing that some places are powered on windmills alone. I shouldn’t really say that I want one, because I don’t, I just think they’re more efficient.
Paula
Windmills turning full of life? But what is life besides astrology, if Maria and Maggie were stars. Wow. Connie and Jester are starwitches. Justkidding I love you all. Jack is bald, like the moon. BECCIE LANEY AYAYAYAHAHAHAHAHAH/\.
jOBIE vOSHELL
Windmill. Have you ever thought of the word? It’s a mill. like a MILLER or a millhouse. for wind. wtf. we dont need to mill wind.
Jake
the windmill was sitting on top of the large hill. Underneath that windmill was a small house that was home to three children and their parents. And although not many people knew of this house and that windmill it was the cherished home to that family. The children would play in the sun colored fields and take their dog to the meadows to play with the sheep.
Kelsey
Windmills are probably the craziest things known to man, just one of the world’s strangest inventions. Not THE strangest, however, but quite strange indeed. I want to meet the man that said “hey, lets harness this power that blows shit around. i bet we can do all kinds of stuff..plus we’d kill some lame ass birds.” But, i wanna thank him.
Raven
Don Quixote is a story that I have never read, but I know that it has something to do a guy attacking windmills. Or something along those line. I just get a mental picture of a man, hanging onto one of the windmill prong things going round and round and round and
Lizzy
Don Quiote tilted at windmills. Was he afraid of them or did he hate them? It is an interesting question. I’ve got to believe that windmills aren’t there to draw our hatred, but to mill our corn or make electricity. So don’t hate the windmills, if you tilt at them they may tilt back.
StarRunner
The windmill stood at the top of the breezy hill. The dark grey storm clouds passed by in giant puffs. The cold ran beat down like tiny warriors against the dying grass. Somewhere, off in the distance was sunshine and green hills. Somewhere, off in the distance was freedom.
E.Darker
I had a windmill projet to do in class. It was not very easy. We used flash animation. i suck at that. Fuck flash. I love windmills though they remind me of Dutch people. With their little clogs and blonde braids. thats a stereotype but i like to think that they all look like that and milk cows and are hot.
Tayler Quigley
a windmill is the source of energy. I remember seeing a hundreads of windmills…scattered on the green plain just s
Anonymous
I have always wanted to live somewhere where windmills existed. I mean the actual real authentic windmills. On the drive to Cathedral City, where my Aunt and Uncle live, there are what seems to be thousands of those huge white windmill looking things. All the same color, all the same size. As beautiful as it is in its own right, its still ugly to me.
monica
I used to live on a street called windemere drive. Kinda reminds me of those. And windshield wipers. And turkey. I guess the mind of a six year old isn’t to deep.
Justin
hope
daniel
electricity source
pablito
As I was walking down the street I saw a windmill standing motionless. I wondered what it would be like living life not fulfilling the sole purpose of one’s existence. Would it be terrible depressing watching time pass by and be unable to achieve one’s one and only goal?
clucl3
Ah windmills. We don’t have much to say to each other. You are windy and milly and I do not seem to have either of those qualities. Maybe one day we will find something that we can share. Hmm how about…no..i got nothin’!!!!
Pugtown
the first and only sight i’ve ever seen of a windmill was in colorado on my way to a ski vacation. the sight was beautiful: three windmills on a flat surrounding plane with the sunset in the background-i’ll never forget it.
rae
in my town we have a real windmill. it was brought over from holland and put together by real holland men… cool it sits right along the mississippi river in fulton illinois. come visit!
connie
Windmills are supposed to be related to a dutch aesthetic. Tied to flowers and chocolates and such. Makes you think, in this world of ours that always seems to be oozing together. Culturally that is. What can be said belongs to one place or another?
Silvan
windmills… they convert air into energy… cool
hannah
I want to see a windmill. A real one. A big one. They seem so normal and yet romantic at the same time. I don’t want one of the new metal eco-friendly things. I want to see an old one. With the canvas on the blades. That, you know, was a mill.
Karin
My brother, Benjamin, loves the windmill, ever since dad took that trip to Holland and brought back a card. He would marvel every morning at the simple architecture; the structure being similar to a fan and its use of grinding of grain.
Gouldin Lion
spinning, churning in the wind. the windmill sits alone in a small field of yellow grass. the house it belongs to sits hidden away from it all behind the trees. no one lives there. no one appreciates its beauty, its power. the windmill is painted blue and white and the paint began chipping away years ago.
blockhead
Windmills… They are kinda pretty.. Well some of them are.. And they make energy? something like that… Ahh, i hav to go eat! Umm. I hav to write fast! Windmill.. They r sumtimes old and sumtimes new? but i dont see any new ones lately..
Sena.
There once was a windmill. It was beautiful. It provided electricity for the small town of Millia. The people appreciated the windmill. The people from other city, Bushia, came and tore the windmill down. They wanted oil to help with electricity. The people of Millia were devastated.
Amanda
It’s been ages since I last wrote anything. Windmill doesn’t ring anybells, whatsoever. Driving slow on an autum saturday afternoon, I realised that time passes by incredibly rapidly.
E.P
Well this is interesting.. If anyone knows the story of Don Quxote (sorry if incorrect spelling). Windmills are monsters
….. rawr
Ernie Bondy
So I looked up. It was huge. This big windmill right in front of me. I spun back around. “Wow” I said to David, “It’s beautiful”. “Yes” he agreed. And then he got down on one knee.
Kimberley
Windmills clear my mind when I am stressed…
and that’s the honest truth
Miranda
ive already written about a windmill today. and i sent it. i totally made all that shit up aswell. i thought it sounded pretty good too.. but now ill probs never know. Oh well. what can u do? pretty much nothing. i hope i get a better wprd next time. what do u think? maybe i didnt use all the time.
HannaH Moulds
power and winde and mill together there are two word in this word and i live in the windy city and when ithink of wind i think of cold cold breeze which sometimes i like but idk i like the chilly wind in the fall i love fall =D but yeah windmill is a cool word i guess
Yesenia
i once went to a farm. It had a large beautiful windmill that sat at the top of the hill. The easy breeze would catch its large sails and it would turn with gracefulconsistencey. The hike up that hill was well worth it.
hannah
Windmills are like the spinning wheels of life..the wind is our thoughts being blown around by the spinning wheel of life..they are blown in so many different directions..and end up in differnt places all over the world…some a good..and some not soo good..but all of them are out there
sbar12
I always wish I had a windmill at the top of my hill to power my house and well with. There’s something about the idea of it always turning with the constant keening of the wind that makes me think of home, even though as of yet there is not one there. I wonder if it would make home any more homelike, or bring me any closer. Point is, I think of home when I see a windmill.
houseofkern
The windmill sits facing east, although there is always a southernly wind. The gears stay stagnant, the grain unground. Still.
Carley Gooley
there was one windmill i used to see walking to school. It was very ugly; Old, broken down… I never liked looking at it, that is, until it had a story. I soon learned she died under that windmill.
SE7EN
the wind mill falls unto the upon sky. There it seeks and flows with gallant constancy. the running breezes pass through its bewilderingly flat finger. There in the open sky the gleam as symbol of constancy against the changing clouds, As a symbol of the concrete web of humanity. They hunt the nothingnes of the sky.
A beautiful white structure.
In the sky.
On the ground.
I am so so high. Like the windmill in the sky. lol. XD.
Wendmell. Betch.
why the heck do i keep getting the word windmill. i’m officially done with this website. but i’ll keep typing til the time is up. this is freakin stupid. i thought that this would be interesting. that maybe i’d get a different word every time i hit the thing that says type. but no!!!!
makes Power and has power
like a canglestick. alone. high above everyone else. isolated. light me. and i’ll meet you half way. oh. what does that mean. i’m just a rosebud
Windmills are beautiful. I want one. My friend took pictures of the windmills she saw in Germany. It’s amazing that some places are powered on windmills alone. I shouldn’t really say that I want one, because I don’t, I just think they’re more efficient.
Windmills turning full of life? But what is life besides astrology, if Maria and Maggie were stars. Wow. Connie and Jester are starwitches. Justkidding I love you all. Jack is bald, like the moon. BECCIE LANEY AYAYAYAHAHAHAHAHAH/\.
Windmill. Have you ever thought of the word? It’s a mill. like a MILLER or a millhouse. for wind. wtf. we dont need to mill wind.
the windmill was sitting on top of the large hill. Underneath that windmill was a small house that was home to three children and their parents. And although not many people knew of this house and that windmill it was the cherished home to that family. The children would play in the sun colored fields and take their dog to the meadows to play with the sheep.
Windmills are probably the craziest things known to man, just one of the world’s strangest inventions. Not THE strangest, however, but quite strange indeed. I want to meet the man that said “hey, lets harness this power that blows shit around. i bet we can do all kinds of stuff..plus we’d kill some lame ass birds.” But, i wanna thank him.
Don Quixote is a story that I have never read, but I know that it has something to do a guy attacking windmills. Or something along those line. I just get a mental picture of a man, hanging onto one of the windmill prong things going round and round and round and
Don Quiote tilted at windmills. Was he afraid of them or did he hate them? It is an interesting question. I’ve got to believe that windmills aren’t there to draw our hatred, but to mill our corn or make electricity. So don’t hate the windmills, if you tilt at them they may tilt back.
The windmill stood at the top of the breezy hill. The dark grey storm clouds passed by in giant puffs. The cold ran beat down like tiny warriors against the dying grass. Somewhere, off in the distance was sunshine and green hills. Somewhere, off in the distance was freedom.
I had a windmill projet to do in class. It was not very easy. We used flash animation. i suck at that. Fuck flash. I love windmills though they remind me of Dutch people. With their little clogs and blonde braids. thats a stereotype but i like to think that they all look like that and milk cows and are hot.
a windmill is the source of energy. I remember seeing a hundreads of windmills…scattered on the green plain just s
I have always wanted to live somewhere where windmills existed. I mean the actual real authentic windmills. On the drive to Cathedral City, where my Aunt and Uncle live, there are what seems to be thousands of those huge white windmill looking things. All the same color, all the same size. As beautiful as it is in its own right, its still ugly to me.
I used to live on a street called windemere drive. Kinda reminds me of those. And windshield wipers. And turkey. I guess the mind of a six year old isn’t to deep.
hope
electricity source
As I was walking down the street I saw a windmill standing motionless. I wondered what it would be like living life not fulfilling the sole purpose of one’s existence. Would it be terrible depressing watching time pass by and be unable to achieve one’s one and only goal?
Ah windmills. We don’t have much to say to each other. You are windy and milly and I do not seem to have either of those qualities. Maybe one day we will find something that we can share. Hmm how about…no..i got nothin’!!!!
the first and only sight i’ve ever seen of a windmill was in colorado on my way to a ski vacation. the sight was beautiful: three windmills on a flat surrounding plane with the sunset in the background-i’ll never forget it.
in my town we have a real windmill. it was brought over from holland and put together by real holland men… cool it sits right along the mississippi river in fulton illinois. come visit!
Windmills are supposed to be related to a dutch aesthetic. Tied to flowers and chocolates and such. Makes you think, in this world of ours that always seems to be oozing together. Culturally that is. What can be said belongs to one place or another?
windmills… they convert air into energy… cool
I want to see a windmill. A real one. A big one. They seem so normal and yet romantic at the same time. I don’t want one of the new metal eco-friendly things. I want to see an old one. With the canvas on the blades. That, you know, was a mill.
My brother, Benjamin, loves the windmill, ever since dad took that trip to Holland and brought back a card. He would marvel every morning at the simple architecture; the structure being similar to a fan and its use of grinding of grain.
spinning, churning in the wind. the windmill sits alone in a small field of yellow grass. the house it belongs to sits hidden away from it all behind the trees. no one lives there. no one appreciates its beauty, its power. the windmill is painted blue and white and the paint began chipping away years ago.
Windmills… They are kinda pretty.. Well some of them are.. And they make energy? something like that… Ahh, i hav to go eat! Umm. I hav to write fast! Windmill.. They r sumtimes old and sumtimes new? but i dont see any new ones lately..
There once was a windmill. It was beautiful. It provided electricity for the small town of Millia. The people appreciated the windmill. The people from other city, Bushia, came and tore the windmill down. They wanted oil to help with electricity. The people of Millia were devastated.
It’s been ages since I last wrote anything. Windmill doesn’t ring anybells, whatsoever. Driving slow on an autum saturday afternoon, I realised that time passes by incredibly rapidly.
Well this is interesting.. If anyone knows the story of Don Quxote (sorry if incorrect spelling). Windmills are monsters
….. rawr
So I looked up. It was huge. This big windmill right in front of me. I spun back around. “Wow” I said to David, “It’s beautiful”. “Yes” he agreed. And then he got down on one knee.
Windmills clear my mind when I am stressed…
and that’s the honest truth
ive already written about a windmill today. and i sent it. i totally made all that shit up aswell. i thought it sounded pretty good too.. but now ill probs never know. Oh well. what can u do? pretty much nothing. i hope i get a better wprd next time. what do u think? maybe i didnt use all the time.
power and winde and mill together there are two word in this word and i live in the windy city and when ithink of wind i think of cold cold breeze which sometimes i like but idk i like the chilly wind in the fall i love fall =D but yeah windmill is a cool word i guess
i once went to a farm. It had a large beautiful windmill that sat at the top of the hill. The easy breeze would catch its large sails and it would turn with gracefulconsistencey. The hike up that hill was well worth it.
Windmills are like the spinning wheels of life..the wind is our thoughts being blown around by the spinning wheel of life..they are blown in so many different directions..and end up in differnt places all over the world…some a good..and some not soo good..but all of them are out there
I always wish I had a windmill at the top of my hill to power my house and well with. There’s something about the idea of it always turning with the constant keening of the wind that makes me think of home, even though as of yet there is not one there. I wonder if it would make home any more homelike, or bring me any closer. Point is, I think of home when I see a windmill.
The windmill sits facing east, although there is always a southernly wind. The gears stay stagnant, the grain unground. Still.
there was one windmill i used to see walking to school. It was very ugly; Old, broken down… I never liked looking at it, that is, until it had a story. I soon learned she died under that windmill.
the wind mill falls unto the upon sky. There it seeks and flows with gallant constancy. the running breezes pass through its bewilderingly flat finger. There in the open sky the gleam as symbol of constancy against the changing clouds, As a symbol of the concrete web of humanity. They hunt the nothingnes of the sky.
A beautiful white structure.
In the sky.
On the ground.
I am so so high. Like the windmill in the sky. lol. XD.
why the heck do i keep getting the word windmill. i’m officially done with this website. but i’ll keep typing til the time is up. this is freakin stupid. i thought that this would be interesting. that maybe i’d get a different word every time i hit the thing that says type. but no!!!!