By: Hannah Pridham (Electrical and electronic engineering)
Competition Year: 2012
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These white trees stand proud and tall,
Never changing through summer or fall.
Their long branches twist high in the sky,
I gaze at the field of them as I drive by.

The scenenery changes and concrete takes over,
With cooling towers high as the white cliffs of Dover.
The billowing gases colide with the clouds,
Hiding the skys beauty with its' cold ashen shrouds.

The world of energy has thousands of faces,
Leaving its' mark on millions of places.
From Brunel to Stephenson and all inbetween,
Energy's beautiful however it's seen.
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