Ode To A Windfarm Poem by Charlotte Pinkney

I wandered lonely as a sheep,
And when I got there I did weep
To see the mighty daffodils,
Set amid the huge windmills.

The huge white blades turned round and round,
Their gentle swishing the only sound
And as they turned, the huge windmills
Cut down the mighty daffodils.

The golden rows fell in a golden sea,
Bowing their sweet petals to me
My voice's volume reached it's top
As I shouted to the windmills 'Stop! '

And then, to my surprise,
After the daffodil's demise
The windmills fell silent one, two then more
And led the silent minute for
The daffodils.