Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer Poet Acrostic

The Windfarms

Whirling gently on the hilltops,
Idling lightly in the breeze,
New technology old as time,
Driven wind making power.
Finest set in Australia,
Always turning, never sleeping,
Round and round they go.
Magical, merry windmills,
Snowtown they surround.

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Darren White May 13, 2017 at 8:49 AM This is beautiful, I ambsolutely love this little acrostic. Can almost hear and see them going. The poem is flowing as if there's no first letter taht HAS to be followed.