By Throckrington Moor

Thirteen ladies dancing By Throckrington Moor’ Each movement stately Each movement sure. Stark against the sky Each single girl, Feet firmly planted, Arms all a whirl, Moves to the wind In a slow rhythmic way, Dancing consistently Whether night or day. Really only dancing ladies In my minds inner eye, Really just wind turbines Outlined against the sky. Spare and sparse in their design To me things of simple beauty Unceasingly performing Their appointed duty. Just by Throckrington Moor Each one proves it’s worth Providing clean power to Help save our wounded Earth. Each time I pass that moor Those girls are standing there Stark in their beauty In that clear moors air