Poem - Silent Samurai
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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
intruders
invaders
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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.
Regards
Drax
maven101 Level 6 Commenter 2 years ago
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