Sweetest Of Melodies Poem by Joyce Hemsley

The Old Mill By The Stream

His poor heart was in crisis
Knowing not which way to go
For her voice gave the love songs
A positive meaning,
And the mill by the stream
Where sunrays were beaming
Made his mind ponder:
Should he meet her
Should he greet her
At that place on the map
Where they kissed long ago?
Away now with all sorrow
He will meet her tomorrow
At 'The Old Mill By The Stream'
Where memories flow.