Gargantuan
Tall white giants
Slowly turning
Step up to one then ... look up
It will make you gulp!
Their brothers are jumbo jets
Their sisters sky scrapers
It is like Aliens flew in overnight
And planted these "farms"
The vast acres they have conquered
Causes alarm
"Farms" ...not to harvest
But to harness...power
Mega-ton turbines
Send a chill up my spine
From these modern WINDMILLS... of our time
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