Since we don't live in the city
Where the buildings scrape the sky
We are limited to surroundings
That don't quite reach as high
Restricted simply by ordinance
In our small and quaint town

Structures seem to lack vision
And are barely off the ground
Enter the silo
Reach to the sky
Alone or in pairs
Cannot be denied

Scattered throughout the landscape
So rural yet so pristine
The silos are projected upward
As they occupy the scene
Engrossed by their simple beauty
From our small and quaint town
These structures invoke power
As they rise up from the ground

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