Freedom

Freedom

Normally I like to write my poems in the Doric, this one takes on a different slant. I wanted to express how it feels to look out upon a wind farm every single day, how they dominate the sky-line and views. Freedom Freedom to look at the sky, to watch the geese fly by, Freedom to want green fields, to want wildlife to thrive, Freedom to want meadows not ripped apart by machines, Freedom to speak without fear of attack, Freedom to question dubious claims, to know all the facts, Freedom from spiel…continue reading →
Doric Ode Tae Wind-Farms

Doric Ode Tae Wind-Farms

Doric Ode Tae Wind-Farms (Written in response to the destruction of the countryside in my area.) Move aside, get oot the way, Progress is comin’ tae oor hills an’ braes, Giant machinery strides across oor land, Neither beauty nor beast can stop the demand. Wi’ diggers and lorries rippin’ an’ tearin’, The countryside noo looks sich a blight, Wi’ churned-up earth piled oh so high, An’ hard shiny roads, land concreted ower. Ripping oot hedgerows, choppin’ doon trees, Destroyin’ the Rookery o’ a hundred years, Scaring awa’ the wildlife, threatenin’ the birds, Mak…continue reading →