Go With The Wind Poem by Ima Ryma

We are some wind turbines that be
Piercing the moors of England north,
Making clean electricity.
The pros and cons go back and forth.
Some say we are an ugly sight,
An eco-unfriendly group that
Brings to the neighborhood a blight
Upon natural habitat.
But others say we need to form
Across these moors where winds do blow,
To give us all a better norm
Of clean power to make stuff go.

Some locals take us very hard,
Want us but 'not in my back yard.'