I RECENTLY VISITED MY OLD HOME TOWN
IT'S MILL VALLEY,CA, NO SNOW FALLS DOWN.
LOTS OF MEMORIES AND ON A LARK
I DECIDED TO VISIT OLD MILL PARK


THE OLD MILL SKELETON REMAINS,
WHERE AS KIDS WE PLAYED HIDING GAMES
WE IMAGINED WHERE THE SAWYER STOOD
WATCHING THE BUZZ SAW SLICING WOOD


PROVIDING LUMBER TO BUILD A TOWN
EACH CUT PIECE MAKES A POPPING SOUND.
EXCITING GROWTH IN A NEW FRONTIER,
ANTICIPATION FORESTALLING FEAR.


ETHEREAL MISTS SURROUND THE MILL,
WE ALMOST SEE THE LONG PAST STILL.
YET, EVEN THOUGH MUCH TIME HAS PAST
THE CHILD HOD MEMORIES LAST.

BUT NIGHT IS FALLING AND I MUST GO
FROM THIS TRANQUIL SPOT WHERE REDWOODS GROW
KEEPING THOSE MEMORIES CLOSE AT HEART
AS I DEPART MY OLD MILL PARK





By Gordy Brindley (captaingordy@aol.com)





 

      

      

 

 



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