Wind

Wind

It's such a fleeting friend,

Here this second, 

Then Gone again,

Cannot see it,

Inviso-Power,

The Wind it howls,

Up goes the Tower (s),

Taller, and Taller,

The Towers they Grow,

Making the Mountain

An ugly eyesore,

The Beautiful View,

That drew us to you,

You were our Mountain,

Before they blew your top off,

And Ruined the Poetry,

We call the Green Mountains,

A more beautiful verse,

Than a Green Mountain Top,

Cannot be written,

But can be blown up.

I was drawn to the wind project listening to an interview on WDEV

Here's a link to the opposition article.

Proposed Swanton Wind Project Unnerves Neighbors | Off Message | Seven Days | Vermont's Independent Voice http://t.co/s4e6yxCZn3

— Andreas Marciniak (@ajmarciniak1) July 3, 2015