Windmills

A windmill, charming as it seems,
Requires a lot of work.
The millers get to live inside -
That's not much of a perk.

The rooms are small and tight and spare,
The stairs extremely steep
And every night the windmill's blades
Might interrupt your sleep.

The windmill folk are volunteers;
They even pay their rent.
Their keeper duties, though,
Must in their day make quite a dent.

I've long admired windmills
And to tour one was a thrill,
The kind of wish it's nice in life
To actually fulfill.

But as our guide admitted,
Such a life he'd never lead
And seeing how the millers live,
I certainly agreed.

Yet still, that field of windmills
Looked as lovely as could be
And seeing them was wonderful,
A privilege for me!