The Old Mill Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Old Mill



Empty of lumber, their closing the mill,
each seam is weathered and cracked.


Heaviness comes from what is pushed in.

It takes great strength to pull it all back

But from the length of the wood that
surrounds the rim, around the mill is quite.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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