TURBINES
Now stand with me, and contemplate the
turbines,
Tall and austere, and standing in a
line.
We’ve tried, but haven’t managed to
discover
A fossil fuel alternative as fine.
As energy official on the council
I’ve heard it said that coal’s a better
bet,
But we feel coal is thoroughly
polluting,
And nuclear carries an insistent threat.
So windfarms, splendid windfarms are the
way now,
Irresolute in water, hugely high.
Observe the symmetry, remark the order,
The movement of the future on the sky.
The sheep that graze the marshes lend
perspective,
They can’t demur, nor can they make
reply:
Stern, fundamental, practically silent,
The turbines state their case. We must comply.
G M Southgate
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