Idyllic windmills, pastel skies,
abundance budding, lush sunrise.
Perhaps too peaceful, though, my friend?
Remember Don Quixote yenned,
exploding presto towards a sail,
his lance in hand to charge, impale
fierce giants he believes he sees
by the river rimmed with trees,
petals trembling near the path
where he unleashes all his wrath
to win this daring frantic fight
of ages to become that knight
who earned his storied glory then
to live as legend once again.
Yes, dear Sancho, foolish me,
to dream commotions in this glee!

Quixotic © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Poem inspired by the classic two-part novel Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes.
Submitted: February 4, 2020

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