Renewable Energy Revolution

Carl's cows and Cape Wind

Carl Stone

Winds of Change

The farmlands of our New York State
Are takin' on a change.
It all has happened just of late,
And to most it still looks strange.

There is a brand new crop here now,
Like none we've ever seen.
It isn't some new breed of cow,
And it has no leaves of green.

The crop that I now speak about
Has been with us all along.
It's one we've never been without,
It's presence always strong.

For years I've always fought it,
Rarely considered it a friend.
Until this fella, he just bought it,
Yup, this guy, he bought my wind!

So now up from the fields of corn,
Majestic towers rise,
And mammoth rotors gently turn
Against the bright blue skies.

I think we will see many more
Before we all are through,
But one thing that I know for sure,
It's the right thing for us to do.

It surely beats a plume of smoke
Polluting all our air.
They stand as symbols to all folk
To show that we must care.

For years we all learned to take
From this world placed in our hands,
But now for all our children's sake,
We must make some long-term plans.

So where will they finish with this thing?
I s'pose I'll never know.
I just hope that guy drops by 'fore spring.
Maybe I can sell some snow!