Crimson’s Creative Challenge #079 #Progress?

Waters lost among dense reeds

seed heads tossing in the breeze

as warblers flit among the stems

beaks stuffed full to build their nests

dark shadows hint at evening falling

for those with homes lounge chairs are calling

a pump house sits where once there stood

a windmill gird with smock of wood

to pump the water was their aim

from pool and mere farmland to gain

there now remaining just a few

delight the land with an old world view