Mill Wheel
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
Everyone had left, the workers, the clients
It was locked up, quiet and abandoned
Left standing lone, proud and chivalrous
Awaiting the imminent coming of winter
With its winds and blankets of snow
Knowing it would remain undisturbed
Through the cruelest season while
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
Wafts of mutterings heard over the hill
Yet abandoned off in the distance
Unaware of its impending fate
As the days, weeks and months pass by
Tormenting and ravaging gusts of bitter cold
Shaken and distraught yet a survivor
Ice melts, revealing secrets- the wheel creaks
The mill owner had been involved in a scandal
And maybe the mill would reopen, maybe it wouldn’t
AP: 2nd place 2020
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