Here
They say you can see for miles
And miles
And miles
And you can
Many times a day
I'll get lost in staring at the endless plains
If it weren't for the curvature of the earth
If it weren't for the horizon just beyond
I'd probably be able to see until
A mountain thousands of miles away
Blocked my view
But the horizon is there
And though I can see for endless miles
There's always an end
It's not just empty plains
An occasional silo
A barn that's collapsed in on itself
Or windmills
Hundreds of them
Standing tall and proud
Fields of them
Slowly turning
People complain
Say they're an eyesore
Or a nuisance
That they should be torn down
I have to disagree
They're beautiful
And they do a wonderful job
At providing energy
Have you ever seen
A sunset
With windmills
Have you ever seen
A thunderstorm
And how the lightning
Illuminates the windmills
Have you ever experienced
Stargazing
By some windmills
They make nature
Beautiful
I swear they do
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
