Yucca cactus dot the barren landscape
Thirsty livestock search for relief
Bleached wooden blades turn
Slowly driven by dusty winds
As precious water is carefully pumped
From deep reservoirs underground
Stored in a tank for the watering trough
This is the high desert of New Mexico
Having come from Texas originally, that landscape is all too familiar. I'll stick with the northwest -- rain, fog and all.
ReplyDeleteThat's a classic windmill design. I like it much better than the new turbines, I think they are a little creepy - like out of a cheesy '50s scifi flick!
ReplyDeleteI love this photo!
ReplyDeleteYour poetry transforms as otherwise bleak landscape.
ReplyDeleteLovely reflection on the landscape, Lin. The poem as sketchbook is a beautiful idea. Tell us more!
ReplyDeleteIs that your poem? It is so perfect with the photo...
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yes, it's my poem. not sure what poem as sketchbook means...but i try to write about what i see in the photo.
ReplyDeleteGreat picture, Lin. You found the perfect words to accompany it. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI also love the classic windmill design. It's interesting to drive through Spanish Fork Canyon and see the steel giants with three arms turning slowly in the breeze... but, it isn't very picturesque. Has anyone driven through Tehachapie near Bakersfield? Gads! There must be a thousand of those turbines sitting there. Like I said above, interesting, but too hi-tech to make the sort of photo Lin's captured here.
I actually had a friend in Northern California who grew up living in a windmill. Remember those that are built with a little house under them? (Think Holland, here... it will help you envision what I'm talking about) She took me to see it on a road trip. It was magical. A little creaky from the inside, but very warm and cosy.... and unbelievably quaint.
I love the poem and the picture.
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