I wondered what Quixote would have thought
Of all the vibrant windmills that I saw
In Texas fields; too many to be fought
I wondered if he would have been in awe
The fields of beasts in Texas took my mind
To places like LaMancha, with their grace
I found a beauty few take time to find
As if Cervantes built this wonderous place
And yet, I saw dichotomy abound
Within the fields, another Texas beast
Black beasts that sucked black gold from underground
Beneath the windmills, from the west to east
I’m only Sancho Panza, but I know
The beauty that the Texas winds can blow.