With the Wolds of Lincolnshire far behind us
Rich rolling greenness becomes quite plane
Some strange shapes across in the distance
What's their purpose what can be their name
On slightly raised horizon pointing skywards
These huge columns of white reach like tower
An unusual sight this modern phenomenon
A prototype model of power
Though fairly novel in their sightings
But becoming more prevalent each day
They are definitely changing the landscape
With a crucial part in society to play
When toxic poisons fill our lungs
Fumes from congested roads and factories blow
We inhale the sickly acrid atmosphere
Coat our skin in the filthy flow
But these structures that sear to the clouds
Generating nature's force through three blades
It's a perfect way of harnessing the environment
Without detriment to the earth to be paid