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
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