gristmill stands in the same place now,
That it did so long
Water tumbling over the dam,
Once made the big
sunset behind tall towering trees,
My thoughts wander back
Dredging up memories of the mill,
When it still
was in its’ prime.
water yet flows, the building stands,
In calm resignation
A passing bird, the whirr of wings,
still evening air.
With weather beaten fading walls,
windows void of glass,
Weeds growing up beside the
The path disguised by grass.
big wheel rests after all those years,
Of milling golden
Some paddles gone, while those still there,
down as in defeat.
With blue gray moss covered walls it
Resting on laurels there,
tired, grizzled, little old man,
Who has no time to
time will come when both are gone,
Not even a shadow
‘Cause nothing remains to be seen,
memories link to the past.
Loree (Mason) O’Neil