Friday, April 20, 2012

Mill Ruins

The walls are crumbling now,
 Remains of the old gin.
Built and burned
Rebuilt and torn down.
The shouts of the workers
Echo over the dam.

Echoes of rifle shots hang
And the blood of soldiers
Rest beneath my feet.

It has been many years
Since time stopped here,
While life speeds on
Just over the ridge.

I sometimes wish to go back.
To a slower place and time.
Life was simpler
And richer
And more real
Than the artificial world
 we have now.   


  1. Greetings, Chris.

    Lovely photo and poem, though of course, sad, too.

    Was life really simpler in another time, or does it just seem so? There's both so much more to worry and think about - and less, too. Most of us don't have to worry about war coming to our doorstep, for one thing, though it isn't true for everyone in the world.

    1. This old mill was the site of a small skirmish in the Battle of Atlanta. And while life itself was harder, it was richer and more real.

  2. I agree with the comment above. Beautiful thoughts but not sure the world was more simple then, just different. And distance brings nostalgia perhaps