There, amidst the dappled reach,<\/p>\n
Beneath the willow bending low,<\/p>\n
As endless waters flow and froth<\/p>\n
Over pebbles, like a broth,<\/p>\n
A walkway through the wood once brought<\/p>\n
Both stranger, neighbor to the door.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The mill, now silent, stood full-bright<\/p>\n
And changed the fortunes of the grain;<\/p>\n
From field-grown fodder to flour there;<\/p>\n
Or was it wood to lumber bare?<\/p>\n
So far long-gone and legend now,<\/p>\n
That none can recall its tale for sure.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The stone that once drew grimly \u2018round<\/p>\n
Now leans upon the bank, reposed.<\/p>\n
A cedar thrust up through its core<\/p>\n
To mock the labor it once bore,<\/p>\n
Through snow and bluster, weather foul–<\/p>\n
In endless daily grind no more.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Now shines the sun through willow branch.<\/p>\n
And so, the rain in vernal dance.<\/p>\n
Yet grind the season round the year.<\/p>\n
And make life, so daily vivid true,<\/p>\n
Into mere powder, dust, and grist,<\/p>\n
As sun and globe spin as they do,<\/p>\n
Spare little trace of those before.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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