The thing was huge, Dana thought, as she looked up at the spinning fan latched on the side of the building. She looked up, one hand sheltering her eyes from the harsh sun and her eyes moving with the moving windmill as it turned clockwise.
“Awesome,” she thought, “This was where grandma was born.”
Teah
A windmill sits on a hill, with it’s nice, brown windmill things, what ever you call them, turning slowly. There’s green grass, too, and the grass is moving in the wind, slowly, and the whole thing is just like a scene from a children’s picture book.
Of course, there are other things. Worse things. bad things – things which shouldn’t be there, but they are. and those are the things that hurt everything around the windmill.
:)
There was a windmill, sitting in place
Never knew that it resembled my face
While it swung in the air, graceful as shit
A man jumped out, and felt to his death
Guys, alot happens in windmills.
Kody Kieler
First: windmills on mountains and don quijote in front of it with sancho pansa on his donkey
accompanying him.
Second: Torn down windmills.
yeti
The air was fresh that day. A breeze came over me; I inhaled. This was a revival for me. Peace and surrenity was a blanket wrapped around me, keeping me warm. I tilt my head up and look at the sky. A sillhouetted windmind.
Krystal Tandle
I would like to think that on a windy day, the trees exclaiming their limbs in crazed arcs, I will search my garage for a trashcan lid serve as a shield. Then, a scuffed sauce pan to cover my head. Perhaps a warped pool cue to serve as a lance. Then I will mount my bike and ride out, my eye hungry for windmills.
Brian Slusher
energy is so scarce in today’s day….
with the coming technology came the windmill…
an eclusive inovative fusion of ecofriendly technology….
the air providing us energy..!!…unbeatable in its course…
..
It spun endlessly.
Spinning my dreams from out of my window.
My windmill.
Kyle Falconer
They go round and round
they turn and turn and turn
They don’t stop … they don’t ever stop
they just keep turning and turning
They are like hope
You cannot stop
You cannot not turn
You cannot not go round
You need to keep on turning.
Kay
I saw a windmill once and it really pissed me off because windmills really aren’t that great. I tired to appreciate it but I just couldn’t. Like must structures it was a complete eye sore and wish it wasn’t ruining my view of the hill that was behind it. More people should burn windmills to the ground.
Aim=GraviD19
I saw a windmill yesterday. I thought I should climb it, but then I realized it wasn’t the best idea. This was because I looked up, and already saw myself at the very top, above the propellers. And I was about to fall. Lucky me on my windmill.
Anonymous
The windmill was a piece of shit. I really didn’t like it. It was pretty ugly to be honest. I once saw a windmill owned by this amish factory outlet mall thing. It was pretty stupid. I didn’t know the amish had outlet malls. Wind is a renewable source of energy.
Dustin
windmill
Anonymous
Much as how Don Quixote had seen the windmill as an army of giants, and much how he was decimated beyond repair afterward, I must realize that not everything is as it appears and take life by the horns once more!
Anonymous
i just wrote about windmill, they are beautiful objects that are underappreciated and should be better looked upon in society.
banana
the windmill was blowing effortlessly in the breeze when the farmer walked out of his amazing farm house. his wife was calling to him telling him he had to milk the cows. but he didn’t care. he stopped in awe and watched the windmill as it blew and wound around in a beautiful circle of wind. it was the simplest beauty, but it was, in fact, beauty! beautiful and amazing!
Sarah Harvey
spinning slowly and surely with all of the little dutch children playing underneath it.
cristi
winds that go, the sound that never stops. Never ending cycle. working its way, working hard. Its a never ending cycle. Life is hard when we work all day in the fields. The windmill so tall and out there. Sometimes is scary looking at them, wondering when they will stop. But they dont stop.
Elizabeth
wft randomise people
Anonymous
windmills turn
windmills are boring
why is this word so hard to right about?
because no body ever thinks about windmills…
tayla
again with the damn windmill seriously now screw this random windmill damn son of a bish
kyle again
its got three blades and oddly can produce electricity and is ridiculously lame all they really do is make the world a better place so why have them baha jk
kyle
spinning, turning, rotating.
i lose my spot, the world floats by in a blur. faster, faster, i spin, my arms outspread like a windmill. i tilt my head back, my hair blows around my face. the air smells sweet, stumbling i fall, sliding to the ground, but the world, it keeps spinning, it keeps moving overhead, waiting for me to get back up.
liza
grass green wind blowing hair streaming clouds space sky birds flying high space moon stars black void solar flare system planet rocketing searing flaming fiery burning exploding shards falling cascading landing broiling atmosphere
Kee
Windmills are cliche. They’re always ther in the typical countryside photo and one gets bored of them…seriously.
Jess
they are tall and big and they spinn. they look like cheese grater and power the earth. they are made of wood or metal. and idk what elese,
cassandra
The wind blows, the windwmill turns. No mean feat for human kind.
mich
open airy place with a woman standing there, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze, her aproron is dirty, with flour smudged on it, she’s looking at the windmill turning and turning just waiting for it to stop as the wind weeps going. she is waiting for someone, something. who. a man. a boy. someone loved. someone missed. she goes back to work, and she looks at the windmill turning and turning, she bakes her bread. and then
Anonymous
Windmill makes me think of that old internet picture with the guy with the windmill beard.
That makes me think of my best friend and lover and how I always bug him to man up and grow a beard.
Haha.
I love him.
I used to be afraid of relationships.
Thought it wasn’t worth it and I’d just lose a great friend.
Thanks so much for proving me wrong. <3
Senchii.
ciruler motions of energy. it seems as though it represents the rest of man-kind. perpetual motion in the same direction, all in the name of greed for power, but it the end, it will all never have mattered.
adrian shan
windmill
Anonymous
I sat there sitting on a wall. The wind moved slowly, slightly turning the windmill’s blades. It was a beautiful day as we held each other’s hands and watched the day go by. How I miss those days with you.
alexpleith.com
Windmills seem to represent in this day and age the calming breezes provided by wind. I find them also representing rolling green hills that exhume tranquility. Peace is the feeling that I receive when it is mentioned. Life is pushed by windmills and we need to appreciate that.
windmills
windmill goes round and round, wind blows through it to make energy. make me want to river dance windmill… makes fun of my grandmother
syngamm
propellers… blowing in the wind, to create energy
Sammy
I saw a windmill spinning in the distance. Round and round just like me. Always moving but going nowhere. Stuck forever in a single movement, unable to break out despite my momentum. You are made of metal and I of flesh, but we are the same. We are the same.
Marie Beth Miles
gah no global warming and horrible things cant be saved by windmills alone. although they do make for pretty pretty coastline scenic photographs. and old people seem to enjoy visiting them. id like to go for a ride on the blades.
nonono
milling
rob
NO. I refuse, since this seams so utterly silly. Why would someone waste their life like this?
NO NO
goes round and round reminds me of amsterdam one of the best trips i ever expereinced. i love the motion the vision of the circle – the unneccesary falls away and the important is pulled to the center
The thing was huge, Dana thought, as she looked up at the spinning fan latched on the side of the building. She looked up, one hand sheltering her eyes from the harsh sun and her eyes moving with the moving windmill as it turned clockwise.
“Awesome,” she thought, “This was where grandma was born.”
A windmill sits on a hill, with it’s nice, brown windmill things, what ever you call them, turning slowly. There’s green grass, too, and the grass is moving in the wind, slowly, and the whole thing is just like a scene from a children’s picture book.
Of course, there are other things. Worse things. bad things – things which shouldn’t be there, but they are. and those are the things that hurt everything around the windmill.
There was a windmill, sitting in place
Never knew that it resembled my face
While it swung in the air, graceful as shit
A man jumped out, and felt to his death
Guys, alot happens in windmills.
First: windmills on mountains and don quijote in front of it with sancho pansa on his donkey
accompanying him.
Second: Torn down windmills.
The air was fresh that day. A breeze came over me; I inhaled. This was a revival for me. Peace and surrenity was a blanket wrapped around me, keeping me warm. I tilt my head up and look at the sky. A sillhouetted windmind.
I would like to think that on a windy day, the trees exclaiming their limbs in crazed arcs, I will search my garage for a trashcan lid serve as a shield. Then, a scuffed sauce pan to cover my head. Perhaps a warped pool cue to serve as a lance. Then I will mount my bike and ride out, my eye hungry for windmills.
energy is so scarce in today’s day….
with the coming technology came the windmill…
an eclusive inovative fusion of ecofriendly technology….
the air providing us energy..!!…unbeatable in its course…
It spun endlessly.
Spinning my dreams from out of my window.
My windmill.
They go round and round
they turn and turn and turn
They don’t stop … they don’t ever stop
they just keep turning and turning
They are like hope
You cannot stop
You cannot not turn
You cannot not go round
You need to keep on turning.
I saw a windmill once and it really pissed me off because windmills really aren’t that great. I tired to appreciate it but I just couldn’t. Like must structures it was a complete eye sore and wish it wasn’t ruining my view of the hill that was behind it. More people should burn windmills to the ground.
I saw a windmill yesterday. I thought I should climb it, but then I realized it wasn’t the best idea. This was because I looked up, and already saw myself at the very top, above the propellers. And I was about to fall. Lucky me on my windmill.
The windmill was a piece of shit. I really didn’t like it. It was pretty ugly to be honest. I once saw a windmill owned by this amish factory outlet mall thing. It was pretty stupid. I didn’t know the amish had outlet malls. Wind is a renewable source of energy.
windmill
Much as how Don Quixote had seen the windmill as an army of giants, and much how he was decimated beyond repair afterward, I must realize that not everything is as it appears and take life by the horns once more!
i just wrote about windmill, they are beautiful objects that are underappreciated and should be better looked upon in society.
the windmill was blowing effortlessly in the breeze when the farmer walked out of his amazing farm house. his wife was calling to him telling him he had to milk the cows. but he didn’t care. he stopped in awe and watched the windmill as it blew and wound around in a beautiful circle of wind. it was the simplest beauty, but it was, in fact, beauty! beautiful and amazing!
spinning slowly and surely with all of the little dutch children playing underneath it.
winds that go, the sound that never stops. Never ending cycle. working its way, working hard. Its a never ending cycle. Life is hard when we work all day in the fields. The windmill so tall and out there. Sometimes is scary looking at them, wondering when they will stop. But they dont stop.
wft randomise people
windmills turn
windmills are boring
why is this word so hard to right about?
because no body ever thinks about windmills…
again with the damn windmill seriously now screw this random windmill damn son of a bish
its got three blades and oddly can produce electricity and is ridiculously lame all they really do is make the world a better place so why have them baha jk
spinning, turning, rotating.
i lose my spot, the world floats by in a blur. faster, faster, i spin, my arms outspread like a windmill. i tilt my head back, my hair blows around my face. the air smells sweet, stumbling i fall, sliding to the ground, but the world, it keeps spinning, it keeps moving overhead, waiting for me to get back up.
grass green wind blowing hair streaming clouds space sky birds flying high space moon stars black void solar flare system planet rocketing searing flaming fiery burning exploding shards falling cascading landing broiling atmosphere
Windmills are cliche. They’re always ther in the typical countryside photo and one gets bored of them…seriously.
they are tall and big and they spinn. they look like cheese grater and power the earth. they are made of wood or metal. and idk what elese,
The wind blows, the windwmill turns. No mean feat for human kind.
open airy place with a woman standing there, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze, her aproron is dirty, with flour smudged on it, she’s looking at the windmill turning and turning just waiting for it to stop as the wind weeps going. she is waiting for someone, something. who. a man. a boy. someone loved. someone missed. she goes back to work, and she looks at the windmill turning and turning, she bakes her bread. and then
Windmill makes me think of that old internet picture with the guy with the windmill beard.
That makes me think of my best friend and lover and how I always bug him to man up and grow a beard.
Haha.
I love him.
I used to be afraid of relationships.
Thought it wasn’t worth it and I’d just lose a great friend.
Thanks so much for proving me wrong. <3
ciruler motions of energy. it seems as though it represents the rest of man-kind. perpetual motion in the same direction, all in the name of greed for power, but it the end, it will all never have mattered.
windmill
I sat there sitting on a wall. The wind moved slowly, slightly turning the windmill’s blades. It was a beautiful day as we held each other’s hands and watched the day go by. How I miss those days with you.
Windmills seem to represent in this day and age the calming breezes provided by wind. I find them also representing rolling green hills that exhume tranquility. Peace is the feeling that I receive when it is mentioned. Life is pushed by windmills and we need to appreciate that.
windmill goes round and round, wind blows through it to make energy. make me want to river dance windmill… makes fun of my grandmother
propellers… blowing in the wind, to create energy
I saw a windmill spinning in the distance. Round and round just like me. Always moving but going nowhere. Stuck forever in a single movement, unable to break out despite my momentum. You are made of metal and I of flesh, but we are the same. We are the same.
gah no global warming and horrible things cant be saved by windmills alone. although they do make for pretty pretty coastline scenic photographs. and old people seem to enjoy visiting them. id like to go for a ride on the blades.
milling
NO. I refuse, since this seams so utterly silly. Why would someone waste their life like this?
goes round and round reminds me of amsterdam one of the best trips i ever expereinced. i love the motion the vision of the circle – the unneccesary falls away and the important is pulled to the center