Grist Poems - Poems about Grist

O pure hearts, never forget my words, When you listen to this pretentious, you give him grain to be milled, When you look at this fool, you give him Grist for the mill. Thus is the world made, of morality of air and water, What you think is like the warm wind, What you say must be written very dear, So that the...

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Water rises in damp clouds above the falls Red from the old grist mill reflecting through The backlighting sunshine causing ethereal Rainbow-like patterns in the mistiness, while I watch the gigantic wheel fling cold water Downstream where it plunges into the murk, Creating a deep hole not suitable for diving And too dangerous for children to swim in, so, I slip my bare...

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Surreal nature encapsulates the scene spread out in front of my unbelieving eyes. Years ago this was the center hub of activity in the rural community. Forgotten way of life as people congregate in crowded cities. It is good to visit the quiet rural area if only in pictures. the old grist mill leans nestled in the...

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GRIST MILLER The grist miller Christopher lives near river Dee. Marble pillar at his gate stands rigid steady. ...

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Hiking a dry creek bed, at the mountain's base I happened on an old grist mill, a prisoner of time, serving life in isolation. A few rotten boards scattered about was all that remained of it's dilapidated Norse wheel The broken millstone lay silent on it's bed the thick green ivy walls, closing in. Guarded by giant pin oaks and river ash, yet...

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The grist mill stands by the side of the lake A bustling flour mill of yesteryear An eerie place where many people died If you go inside you will sense the fear. John Grist the miller was a psychopath Well known for his outbursts of drunken rage Those that upset him would incur his wrath Like William Jones who asked for his...

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When you are rich you can do what you please Building and naming stuff what you may. So when Ford decided to build his own church he named it Martha-Mary chapel one day In 1923, he purchased 3,000 acres of land And Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, still in operation today He built an attractive red school house, and a grist mill too, Creating...

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The stone spun slowly to a stop as it has many times before, to be dressed one more time again; sharpened furrows where flower sifts like the sweat from labor's brow. The echoes of the wooden gears - now silent through the trees , where their chugging always rang. This time the runner stone lay still upon the bed, like the old miller at day's...

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[img src="http://www.wallpaperpassion.com/upload/18797/water-mill-wallpaper.jpg"] the old grist mill stands nestled in the rocky bank.. red fall leaves surreal............................by Sara Kendrick vibrant blue sky glows stronger shadowing my dim life's light.......................By Doris Culverhouse red stained swift water rushes onward to the sea.. slow decaying mill.............................by Sara Kendrick Vibrant life vacant Emotions rush, rapids flow heart and zest soggy....................................by Doris Culverhouse The once spinning wheel silent Red...

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the 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...

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