Forty-five years since the mill shut down

There on the banks of Hazel Creek —

It was the dawn of a modern age:

Nobody’d miss an old, worn antique

Years, the wheels ground into flour dust

Grain that was fed to its turning gears;

Much as we all find ourselves one day

After we’ve been through the grinding years

Now, through the hands that prepare our food

Flows the creek water of endless days;

Laudermilk Mill and forgotten lives,

Caught in the web of now,

And unremembered ways

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