Defenders

This is about the two nuclear power plant towers that I have the pleasure of seeing every day. (Last week in gym we were playing softball outside on a dreary day and the warning sirens were tested; I loved it!)

Piercing the sky
They belch smoke
It blankets the countryside

The people at their toes
Gape at the lights
Capping their rims

Guarding the countryside
They are the blood that fills
Its veins

In the distance I see them
Resolute, breaking the skyline
They rise up like gods

Gray and reverent
The white clouds rise
Their people are their prize.

Author's Note

Again, another one done quickly, so please ignore typo's. I appreciate it.

Reviews

[Pj]

Great...the very first stanza was wonderful! Such imagery!
Nice job mate

[The Philosopher's Noteb..]

Are you describing the two power plant or are you writing a poem about the essence of them?