Angela Wybrow (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)
Chaos On The Coast
Like mighty monsters, up they will rise:
An unwelcome sight before our eyes.
They know they have a job to do:
They do not care about the view.
With long arms slicing through the air,
About the environment, they don’t care.
Hour after hour, they’ll stand making power,
Resembling some strange, towering flower.
Areas of such beauty, this army destroys:
Their presence isn’t welcomed – it only annoys.
There isn’t a town which wants to play host
To this massive army, so close to its coast.
The local people, they will put up a fight,
Determined to keep the enemy from sight.
With the army’s arrival, nobody agrees,
But, on deaf ears, may fall people’s pleas.
Old and young love to take in the views:
What they see now, they don’t want to lose.
The view’s been the same for many a year –
That it will change, many hearts hold a fear.
The local economy will take a dive,
If ever the army is allowed to arrive.
The need for power, the people do rate,
But, these proposals, they really do hate.
‘Save our skyline, ’ the local people all call,
‘We don’t want the turbines to be installed.’
‘Our coastline will lose a lot of its charm,
If we are right next door to some wind farm.’
Many a soul will find itself soothed,
If these proposals are never approved.
No more will the people feel such alarm,
And the Jurassic Coast will remain unharmed,
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