Wasco Wind Farm<\/p>\n
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surreal sentinels
\nfaceless worshippers of the wind
\nit’s an army of whirlybirds
\nsleeping in the sun<\/p>\n
the windmills of our childhood
\nwere tall wooden contraptions
\nlike erector sets with tinkertoy sails<\/p>\n
we climbed them till our dad shouted
\nGET OFF THAT WINDMILL
\nmorning glories climbed its legs, too
\nthe paint was gray and peeling<\/p>\n
now, in an Oregon wheatfield
\nthe wind starts the towers spinning
\npower to run our homes and lives
\nthey make a low, soft sound
\nkind of a hum<\/p>\n
it could be music, but
\nit isnt<\/p>\n
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Diane Allen is a retired history professor, poet, violinist and pianist who lives in White Salmon.\u00a0She has organized poetry and other literary readings for the\u00a0White Salmon library, including the William Stafford\u00a0Memorials. Her poem ‘st patricks day at the vets home’\u00a0won the Wordstock Poetry Challenge in 2005.Diane has published in the local press – Hood River News\u00a0<\/em>and White Salmon Enterprise<\/em>. Her poem ‘Kneeling\u00a0at Ken Kesey’s Statue’ was published in a left-wing\u00a0rag in Portland.<\/p>\n Wasco Wind Farm surreal sentinels faceless worshippers of the wind it’s an army of whirlybirds sleeping in the sun the windmills of our childhood were tall wooden contraptions like erector sets with tinkertoy sails we climbed them till our … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/media.oregonlive.com\/oregonian\/photo\/2008\/11\/wasco-wind-farm-b408e19f129f9442_large.jpg\" "\\"Wind")
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