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The Gristmill

Bright among the trees, red walls shelter sleeping machines. Silently, the mill watches over the spring. Blue green water from deep secret caves splashes down the mill race but no longer turns turbines. Dragonflies dart through the reeds. Summer hums a drowsy tune. June 6, 2018

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Line Gauthier

Date: 9/17/2018 2:11:00 PM

Love how you brought a dragonfly in the picture. Beautiful, Agnes.

Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 6/19/2018 3:18:00 AM

Beautiful. And it takes me back to a mill in Wales, which I hold so dearly. Many wishes, Kai

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/19/2018 6:54:00 AM

Thanks for your visit and your kind comment, Kai.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/12/2018 5:46:00 PM

I just love how you write. I hope this one places!

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/12/2018 5:50:00 PM

Thank you, Andrea.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/10/2018 12:06:00 AM

Aloha Agnes, your poetry always leaves a vivid portrait of what you're trying to convey. This lovely piece is no exception to that rule. A poet's poem! : )

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/11/2018 6:22:00 PM

Thank you so much, Connie.

Paul Callus

Date: 6/7/2018 7:34:00 AM

Your poem brings a mixed sense of peaceful lethargic serenity, Agnes. The last line reminds me of a Maltese summer and afternoon siesta:) Regards // paul

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/7/2018 7:55:00 AM

Thank you, Paul - glad I was able to convey that feeling.