In open fields
the grass grows green
The sunlight bounces
off the sheen
of metal roofs
on weathered barns
distorting quaint
New England charms.

Up the hill
the forest falls
The sun pours in
as progress calls
no trees will sway
as windmills spin
the power-packed
New England wind.

New Hampshire’s first major wind farm is scheduled to be built in 2008 within walking distance from my home.

Without change there is no progress but sometimes the price of progress stings. With everything that’s gained something is lost.