Giants in My Backyard   In my backyard over the fields, wind turbines like seagull's wings, spinning in the setting mist, jutting from the naked snowscape. I wonder at their supple curving lines, listening in awe at their distant rattling hum. Stunning simplicity refashioned for our day. Remind me of simpler times. Giants of the country, inspiring dreams as night approaches. How we have longed for life there once more, and as sleep gently takes me, I tilt my own twisting giants.   -T. Gene Davis