Windmill

Windmill standing on the plains,
To supplement the meager rains,
With a clank and a whirr, a squeak and a purr,
It's useful purpose still remains.

For thirsty horses, cows and sheep,
From a well of water cool and deep,
With a clank and a whirr, a squeak and a purr,
Full tanks and troughs it serves to keep.

No fuel needed for this friend,
Just a squirt of oil and a little wind.
With a clank and a whirr, a squeak and a purr,
It toils and labors without end.

No smoke, or fallout, fills the air.
No foul emissions anywhere.
With a clank and a whirr, a squeak and a purr,
It serves it's purpose without care.

And after all is said and done,
It's partly how the west was won.
With a clank and a whirr, a squeak and a purr,
A symbol of life excelled by none.