The sun glistens in the waters of the Saw Mill
The river ripples round the rocks in its midst
and rapids just before the water falls
The boxwoods and forsythia along it shores have burst into blossom
The world seems fresh and new
as I watch a Robin fly low over the surface of the Saw Mill
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I love this one.
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True depiction of the Saw Mill!
I like the repeated “R’s”. Also coming back to the Saw Mill