Poem - Silent Samurai


silent samurai wind warriors

stand on many mountains

facing the dying sun

slivers of sun skewered

on their swirling swords

their dance at the death of day

silent sentinels

they fight for the spoils of wind

the blood of birds

drips from their blades

as they fill the sky

nowhere for them to go

above or below around or behind

only battle the blades

marvellous and majestic they are



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maven101 7 years ago from Northern Arizona

Not only are they intruders, but despoilers of nature...mechanical beasts that beat the air into submission for the service of Man....We had a name for them in Palm Springs, where there are hundreds of these monsters in place on the breezy desert floor: Bird blenders...

Great imagery...Thanks, Larry

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Drax 7 years ago from NYC.... Author

Hi Larry, I suppose we are caught in the dilemma of wanting, or more accurately, needing the power, wherever it comes from, I suppose windmills are a long way ahead of nuclear power or coal...

Thanks for the comment.



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