Poems about hope - 043011u Bright Hope

043011u Bright Hope - Poem by Manonton Dalan

two windmills by driving range
reminds me of my tribe's village
irrigating farming fields; efficient
but this one is mounted on a pole
cables run inside and to building
to power lights and shops tools

this golf cart i'm riding is charge
from that swirling blades; neat
as long as wind is blowing, good
it doesn't matter where it's coming
we're coming to age of self-sufficient
i know gas alone killing my pocket