Poem -
Blots on the landscape
Turbines, turbines, everywhere,
and not a breeze a-blowing,
bladed monsters dressed in white
across the land rampaging.
Lost forever, the unspoilt vistas
of patchwork fields, meandering streams,
and rambling woods now only seen
in our memories and our dreams.
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Hey LLANGELER!!.....I see your meaning........ Teddy Roosevelt and all of his conservation work is slowly being destroyed....... driving across this country and checking out the vista's has become a totally new experience...... and much of the natural beauty is gone........ but I do think that wind power has a place in the "new world"........ too many micro-waves flowing through us humans........ cool subject matter!!........ALL STARS....... well done......... Love and Rockets!!.......T xo
HI LLangeler I like your name there is a village in Carmarthenshire in Wales called the same..
I understand where your coming from
in your poem, these turbines are " Blots on the landscape"
when i think where i am from in Wales beautiful hills and scenery
are so spoiled by the ugliness of them, in my opinion
A great write Best wishes Debs