the old grist millA Poem by Sunflower/Sara KendrickRengay done by two people, contest winner on another sitethe old grist mill stands nestled in the rocky bank red fall leaves surreal
vibrant blue sky glows stronger shadowing my dim life's light
red stained swift water rushes onward to the sea.. slow decaying mill
vibrant life vacant emotions rush, rapids flow heart and zest soggy
the once spinning wheel silent red birds watch an era leave
rocks wear smoothly slick as time ticks a new way starts cycling ways and days © 2013 Sunflower/Sara KendrickAuthor's Note
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