Fields Of Windmills Poem by Deanna Samuels

Flashing by within the VIA train
in southernmost south west Ontario
the outlook is of fields of spent browning corn
and various varieties of green vegetable produce

Then, a surprise, a new crop has appeared,
a crop of three bladed silver metal windmills,
a huge growth of windmills, thousands of them
stretching out over the countryside for miles

Gone are the days of windmills picturesque
as those of romantic wooden Dutch style
when the blades creaked and almost groaned
when turning from gusts of wind blowing by

These new modern metal pole like giants
built for the latest development of energy
turning quietly through the day and night
replacing old coal fired smokey power stations

The train whizzes by these miles of windmill fields
their silver blades often catching rays of sunshine.
This new mushroomed crop of latest technology
is bringing Ontario into the wanted age of clean air.


Written on the VIA train towards Windsor, South West Ontario - 24th September 2022.