Ode to a Hills Hoist

It shudders,
Emitting a mournful groan.
Greyed and weathered
It is tossed by the breeze
Rotating in a howl of protest.

Endless twirling
Dictated by the winds
And abandoned
Unsustained
In a flurry of disappointment.

It slumps upright
Arguing its age and purpose
Unkempt and uncared for;
Its plaintive sorrow echoes
For all to bear witness to its struggle.

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