DIVENT GIT THE WIND UP
Northumberland Poem kindly donated by J.P Athey
Five and a half times taller, than The Angel O' The North
That'll be the height, o' the villages proposed new growth
A bunch o' huge wind turbines, reaching to the sky
Directly in the flight path, o' the planes that daily, over fly.
It's said thay they'll be screened by the existing old trees
But trees o' three hundred and thirty feet, are certain news to me
Staring straight in the face, o' The Sacred Mountain o' Coquetdale
This sacrilege o' Simonside, cannot be allowed to prevail
The builders say there is support in the village, for this new project
But out of the population o' 40, 200 said NO, REJECT.
The local country folk here, aren't frightened o' a fight
We've fought the strength o' Rome, an the Third Reich's S.S might
We'll all stand together, like in the Reiving days of yore
Four square against the enemy, and give the sods what for
We're dead against this outrage, on our pristine high skyline
So we'll tell them, go shove yore Wind Turbines,
Where The Sun Don't Ever Shine!!!
J.P Athey 13.11.08