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Mill Stones
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Mill Stones |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Mill Stones February and the sky so dark Where chimney stacks are now long gone And clogs and shawls no longer seen No respite till their work was done The clattering of the looms at night The shuttles race no end in sight The spark on cobbles at early dawn And still so tired to even yawn Her nimble fingers on cotton thread Like weaving shrouds for long gone dead Till Sunday and the moors to roam These times are now, no longer known And crosses in the graveyard still Yew tree dark shadows your bones to chill And on the stones the names you read Love's labours lost, their souls to bleed The mill stream race, an endless flow Once water wheels where weeds now grow The haunting of the old mill stones Ancestors groan within your bones So give me moor, and give me sky Through heather like on wings I fly Chimney fingers across the vale Each street corner, could tell its tale And now in woods the ruined mills In shame they hide from nearby hills Britannic names, oh once so proud Across the Empire shouted loud The mills stones sleep for ever more So deep my thoughts, to chill the core And tell me, were those better days Or just confused by Summer's rays |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The horrible working conditions in the times you touch on here is still going on in some countries. Well-written poetry. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Well done, Ms. E |
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