no racing torrent, no anger showing!
Barriers gone, eons ago,
free to flow, the rocks its home.
caressing pebbles, leaves a strewing!
silver birch and willows sighing,
watch the streams lonely crying!
Empty gates, windows vacant,
doors of wind and floors of sky,
the moon its lover the sun its shade,
moss and lichen now do rule.
The walls stand proud their beams now broken,
the owl now roosts, the mill forsaken!
No more the candles burning,
no more the great wheel groaning!
Some say a fire laid in greed,
the money made from honest toil,
no more the hungry mouths could feed!
In desperation sheer,
dead of night the darkest deed,
the honest Mill did die!
The sweethearts whisper,
sharing passions,
the lovers lost and sent away!
Perhaps a lover once so scorned,
in spite his retribution,
the dam's walls he wretched?
Down the aqueous monster rode,
and tore the mighty wheel asunder!
Crippled with no grace,
the walls retaliate,
down they fell,
and left a shell,
the valley now contemplates!
In truth the story now long lost,
hidden neath the dewy moss!
the woods remember well the tale
neath the bark and toadstool veil !
though a tale can be woven,
as walkers pass this lonely mill,
I wonder if we ever will,
know the tale of Staups mill!
written 25/2/2009
Picture taken 19/2/2009
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This Mill is hidden in a small valley called
Jumble Hole Clough
In Hebdon bridge Yorkshire
