The Old Mill

We stroll down by the old mill stream
Gazing at the scenery there.
The peacefulness brings special thoughts
Of precious moments we share.

The perfume of flowers blooming
Reaches out to assail our sense.
We relax in the quietness around us
In front of the rustic old fence.

The feeling of nature surrounds us
As tiny frogs croak out their song.
We know that away from the bustling crowds
And here in this Haven we belong.

The old mill sends out it's message
Of days and years so long past.
Now it stands as a silent sentinel as
Grandpa shares memories that'll ever last.

© Betty Lindsey 14/04/05