Local Mill
Old local mill stands
A shell of stones
Abandoned
In the times
So long ago
He was a child
Running through
Tall grasses
Dad grinding
The flour Mom
Needed to
For daily bread
Now it stands
A shell of stones
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
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