A new era has positioned itself in our country life.
It has created quite a stir of which I’m quite aware.
It seems some enlightened folk have found a way to pipe
Electric power from a piece of land to another square.
So much these days is done by wire, bolts and witchcraft.
It’s easy to, with a bit of knowledge, bring all into line.
Here in lies the magic of the present use of a waft,
Or better said, a good strong prevailing wind in time,
To turn a thunderbolt, in this case a large turbine
Into a power grid. That in turn empowers another.
I guess I have to say here, that one was just in time
Or, that one really was by gosh, the mother
That, we might or not, say in slang, not in her hearing
We know much better, repercussions might hurt a lot.
There be no doubt, it would be far from bearing.
She is the mom of moms and sees that we get our share.
I think I will forget about those turbines, just for now.
It’s unlikely that, I will ever own one, my lands too flat
I’m not good at wire, bolts, or witchcraft, don’t know
How to put them all together, I’ll just take a bow.
Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
November 26, 2012