Silent Power

by Nessie Gell

Slender silver statues grace
the summit of the hill,
arms so gently turning
e'en though the day is still

Gently turning whate'er the hour,
light or dark no difference makes.
Gently turning making power
from the lonely hills it radiates.

High up on the purple hills,
the summits they command.
These shining silver windmills
making power for all the land