Poem 47: The Wind Turbine

By Vijay Simhadri.

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The wind turbine had blades of three,

It was tall and lanky as one could see,

As the wind blew its blades oscillated around,

Its tall figure cast a huge shadow on the ground,

For those that viewed it did inspect

Its shape was large, conical and erect.

Many observed as strong wind brushed right through,

Its blades would circle as the current of air blew.

The clouds that surrounded it were filled with haze,

The turbine was found active days after days.

It generated power for those who wished

That energy be theirs to be relished.

Picture and poem created and copyrighted by Vijay Simhadri.

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