The Old Gristmill
Down by the stream on the outskirts of town
stands the old gristmill who’s facing sundown.
The glory days bygone are but a dream,
on the outskirts of town, down by the stream.
‘Twas a shining star way back in the day
viewed by all as the town’s crowning bouquet,
and so it’s written in the mill’s memoir
way back in the day ‘twas a shining star.
Today a dull grey, surrounded by weeds,
this once majestic mill has many needs
to bring her to life and save from decay,
surrounded by weeds, today a dull grey.
Her wheel no longer turns, rotted by age;
the roof is sagging as time turns it’s page.
To return to glory her yearning burns;
rotted by age, her wheel no longer turns.
The greatness is gone with passage of time,
just like an old man who’s way past his prime.
Only mem’ries remain, the future’s drawn;
with passage of time, the greatness is gone.
May24, 2018
Contest: The Gristmill
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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