Postmill

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Day 136 180911 366@40


The mill stands proud, guard on the hill,
Stands so very high, the sails now still.
Its time of use, now long ago past,
But kept in order, for generations will last.

The sunlight does shine, bright on the mill,
Mill now is silent, up on the hill.
Here for the tourists, who wish to know,
Kept in great order, for them to show.

Last light of sun, sets at the mill,
The dark will cover, it still remains still.
It stands so solid, strength in its way,
Helps to remind us, what was before today.



 
 
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