Whitelee Inspires Poet
The vastness of Eaglesham Moor, the striking turbines and the turbulent weather make the windfarm an inspiration for those who visit.
We were recently contacted by Jacqueline Bain who, inspired by the windfarm, has penned a poem that has been published.
Whitelee Windfarm
The sweeping moor of Eaglesham
Eclipses the spires of distant city and town
Lapwing and pipit sing plaintive in the evening’s carmine sunset
Wind turbines loom, grey giants in the curling mists
Which lament the blood – soaked heather where covenanters fell
Their wind tossed coronach weaves
Over perilous peat-bog where dragonflies flicker
Sapphire zips
And the misty summit of Dunwan Hill
Where sheep graze among ruined fort stones
Jutting Crag – like from the bracken and fern
For centuries man has utilised the land
Zephyr and storms of renewable energy
In co-existence with the heathland bird of prey
Hovering on stilted wing o’er waysides
Red with poppy and snow – white oxeye daisy
Where children play and cyclists toil
In the shadow of the silver, churning blades
The farm of wind power is here today
But as it passes into the spheres of history
The wind will always shudder over the moorland wild
Jacqueline Bain
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