Mill
The old mill hardly turns in the fall breeze
Oak panels close to retirement's ease
Creak like grandpa's knees in the winter chill
You don't know if the wind won't visit, still
Stagnant like water after the snow
Even the rivers can change with time's flow
Yet, the oak mill cannot become a tree
Just as a stone does not become the sea
Trees around the mill continue to turn
Beyond the year the mill finally stands firm
Copyright © Justin Benassi | Year Posted 2020
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