Poem- Like a Row of Sentries Stand
Like a row of sentries stand
Moving at earth’s breath command
Sleek design; motions of grace
Propellers revolve at elegant pace
Tall and strong in blustery gales
Rotate their three pronged sails
Miller’s magicians rotate every hour
Conjure wind into electric power
Eco-friendly resource is the word
Perhaps a hazard to curious birds
A modern use of nature’s source
Clean electricity a matter of course
Now out to sea they take their place
Ensconced in shallow tidal space
Their numbers grow without alarm
Garrisoned soldiers based on a farm
A quiet revolution is now at hand
In our green and pleasant land
On each hill top they will take their place
It won’t take long, just watch this space