This week one of my poems was published by my hometown newspaper. Last Fall wind turbines were installed and are now operational: http://sjrnews.com
Malign Turbine
1 April 2016
For some, turbines mean pollution for the eyes
In an effort to reduce pollution in the skies.
Wind turbines can be seen as towers with spikes
Which endanger flying birds with strikes,
Or they can be viewed in comparison
As graceful spinners turning in unison.
I have memories of the gusty wind blowing
Making it hard to get to where I was going.
The wind became an implacable foe,
Pushing me where it wanted me to go,
Always plucking at my hair and clothes.
Some relief came with sunset furloughs.
The wind still continues in its abuse,
But it’s finally been lassoed into some use.
Those who moan and wail about the view shed,
Won’t get much sympathy from us Monticello bred.
This blog is about my life as reflected in rhyming poetry, observations and occasional rants. The title is Latin for "information and errs" or loosely translated "hits and misses." Wilson Arch photo courtesy of James Muhlestein.
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