The Mountain Laurel
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The Old Mill

By Larry G. Aaron © 1990

Issue: July, 1990

A poem dedicated to Mabry's Mill.

Listen to the old mill
With its creaks and groans,
Echo's of a past life
Long since gone.

Water tumbles lazily
Over its giant wheel,
Reminiscent of the time
It ground the meal.

Horses and wagons
When harvest was through
Brought wheat and corn,
And barley there, too.

With sacks soon filled
And headed home again,
Wagons rumbled leisurely
To their journey's end.

Only the mill now remains,
A monument to older ways,
A remnant in our time
Of much slower days.