Could We?
Spring breezes move each blade
of grass
and bend the strongest bough;
I listen to the windchimes sing;
see daisies nod and bow.
How strong and useful, the tool
called wind,
our ancestors used it well.
I'd like to have lived in years gone by
and have all those stories to tell.
Man thought to improve but have
caused us harm,
electricity has made us ill;
Energy, towers, transformers, all -
man wanted more - no will.
Now it's greed and not enough
to meet our selfish needs;
I think about our environment
and how we could plant some good seeds.
Good old-fashioned medicine
of good ideas at hand;
Just think of the power and beauty there'd be
with windmills across our land.
Call me old-fashioned - behind
the times,
but I'd like the earth to be
Healthy and clean for the future generation
and all eternity.
Windmills are only a start, I know,
but I think they're worth a try;
And then there are horses instead of gas
and we all know the reason why.
Progress is good, with common sense,
but everything evolves;
If we take a lesson from our elders now,
our problems we might solve.
Joan Adams Burchell
(copyright)
