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.
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
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