Through the afternoon
In a blue Honda Fit
In toward the wind farm
We shall go.

As the wind turbines spin
In the afternoon wind
Shadows on the ground
Like a fidget.

In the high winds
You feel like you can touch it
But cannot
Car shadows go.

Spinning shadows
Of the turbines
Night and Day
Out in the plains.

Glow of the farm
Of the sunlight
Beating down
The wind farm spins.

Through the wind farm
We shall go
The sun goes down
Driving toward Illinois.

Spinning turbines
In high winds
The shadow spins
On the highway.

Spinning very fast
Fast as you go
The wind shall blow
Is how the turbine goes.