The Miller Poem by Ali Ashjaee

Walking up the hill
Along the river
Reminding me the mill
And the miller

Whose hairs had grown white
And two great eyes alight
Glistering fully bright
Seeing the whole world right

With a long lengthy beard
Dusted with wisdom well reared
By a heart revered
Trusted for good well geared

Beloved for his kindness
And a vast love boundless
Amidst a soul immense
Cloaked in an earthy fence

Whose lost memory's now
Amongst the rusted mill's row