Friday, 10 February 2012


They are here...the invaders
Cresting the moors...breasting the waves
They stand in ranks
Metal...pinnacles of gleaming grandeur
Sails, etched sharp against sky's blue,
Turn gently like sci-fi sycamore seeds
Their mission? Domination? Destruction?
Peacefully, serenely, they harness the wind
Energising our our lives

Why then are they mistrusted?
Maligned, ugly, wasteful, inefficient...
They must be banned, banished, toppled!
Sign this their overthrow...
While I have your attention,
Please make a small donation
To save our historic windmill
Faithfully creaking out our daily bread
These past four hundred years.

© Peter Flint

Why Tory MPs opposition to wind power will put your energy bill up
Peter is 77, belongs to Rossington Writers' Group, Doncaster, and writes short stories and poems  for his grandchildren. He taught for forty years...mainly English.