THE WINDMILL CUP

By Lee Brock

In old west Texas where I grew up,

At each windmill there hung a cup:

A twisted wire handle on an old tin can,

To catch a drink for a thirsty man.

 

When you worked all day in the burning sun,

And came to the mill when the day was done;

A nice cool drink from the windmill cup

Could lift your weary spirit up.

 

I wonder who thought that idea up,

To turn wire and can into a cup.

He was a genius of the highest clan

Who did so much for the good of man.

 

He had no patent nor copyright;

He never got rich just overnight,

But I take my hat off to the man

Who made a cup from an old tin can.