Clad in white
Standing tall and majestic
Never in single
Gathering in groups
All of them
Looking alike
So much like marching soldiers
Triplet of wings
But no feathers
Rotating in stable speeds
All the time
Transformers very near
Mountains behind
Cool breeze blowing
Wind mills
In Nanguneri
Source of electric power
Acquired so naturally
Again the recognition and appreciation of something in the every day. Calls to attention the simplicity and effectiveness of both the written word and a growing solution to today's challenges.
Windmills being a sign of silent power in our lives, you have described them poetically and etched their pictures into memories. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
With clear imagery, you've successfully developed your thers and gives an outstanding delivery. Lovely format. Enjoyed the poem.
Thanks for your thoughts on the power and elegant beauty of wind-turbines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for sharing your poems.. I like it and my inspiration to create more...