Wind Farm Country

as if an alien God threw gigantic spears
in random fashion fathomed deep into the ground
the shafts cluster to shock the skyline hills
in a steel structure out of all proportion

I view in Lilliputian awe
with eyes that never quite come to terms
then watch as the starch-stiff scissored hands
turn in a slow monster movement

the car window now disappears the site
mesmerised by this intrusion of the mind
these foreigners still frame my passing thoughts
of where, and from what country?

© Richard Scutter 7 June 2009