On to the water mill
A little walk uphill
Bask in the history
Unravel the mystery
Of something that had been
And what might be again
Step into the river
Encounter a shiver
Navigate a dirt road
Discard the heavy load
Of hectic existence
And March with persistence
To a spot by the wood
Stand where great men once stood
Know that humanity
Ceases eventually
Transformation of heart
An instrumental start
Lay aside what you know
Plant a seed, watch it grow
You can’t go back in time
You may not speak in rhyme…
You can change what will be
And change for eternity.
To the Nostalgic,
– Caleb
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