The Old Mill Craving the sound of the rushing water
Returning to the mill the peace is still
Reliving days of childhood as the shaver
Comrades many as we swam fished with skill
Abandoning our dreams some did waver
Chaos some did savor tears were shed for their dread
Yet, the slippery rocks here I dance remembering
The days past the companion's childhood's stead
Nature's beauty kisses the leaves a magical wand
Colors declared in all hues to the eye they please wandering
The past brilliant in today the aroma of fish fillet
This visit is more than I dreamed
Memories natures glory as were perceived
Blessed by natures glory engrossed, charmed
The old mill remembers me still
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