The Ghost In The Windmill
And the old farmer who lived there
It was in them old burial grounds that did me in
People came and dug my spirit up whilst I was sleeping
Now I'm not saying I can see visions or hear people from the past
I'm just some old farmer that knew he wasn't going to last
And though I've seen things you wouldn't believe
I'm still grounded to Earth as an invisible being
I've watched as seasons changed and the trees begin to grow
I've seen babies come alive and I've seen people as they tend to go
I wasn't always up this high you see
At first, I walked among you all so very freely
But then some people started filling up my dead body's hole
With machines big enough to generate new light poles
And now the Earth calls out my name
So I must return to the grave
Of the old farmer who lives in the windmill
About the Creator
Chrissy Barnhill
Of In @ com
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