Old photos of Lassithi show
Some scores of windmills on the go.
Today there’s just a handful left
So that the plateau’s quite bereft
Of what they call a USP
In any management degree:
A Unique Selling Point to draw
Contented tourists by the score.
The tourists come but will that last?
Lassithi’s trading on its past!
The sad thing is the mills are there
And could be made to work, with care.
A little oil, new sails in spring
Could spin-off change in everything.
More action, progress on the ground
Would follow if a use were found
For energy the mills create
So individuals, not the State
Would take the main initiative
For beautifying where they live.
What, for example, if the breeze
Could recharge all their batteries?
