I wrote this in the spring of 2007 after walking through a forest of wind turbines in Turin, NY.
Wind Turbines by The Poetess (SRP)
They paint a mysterious song,
Each feather reaching for the wind.
So secure, so safe, so strong,
Like all I yearn to be
Inside this lonely speck
I dare to see as, Me.
Perhaps the day shall come,
When time and Earth are one,
I'll spread my tattered wings
Into the rising sun
And let my feathers spin
Around what's not begun;
Like these turbines they set free
To help our dyeing world
Heal and grow and See.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
You are sensitive and gifted.
Peace ...
richard
Regis
On Freedoms Wings
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony