The Old Grist Mill Poem by Rhonda Baker

The Old Grist Mill

Rating: 3.5


Harvest moon full and bright
Drive out the darkness with your light
Were those footsteps in the dark?
Are there faces in the old oak bark?
Shadows darting here and there
A black cat crossing can cause a scare
Goosebumps, shudder and a chill
As I stand by what’s left of the old grist mill

10/21/10

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