Walk with me to
the old water
mill,
Let's take the
long path
there...
We'll feel that
water's gentle
spray
And find sweet
solace there.
A winding path
is just the
thing,
To get us going
today...
Let's go to that
watermill,
Where as
children we
would play.
It's calming,
gentle rhythm...
Once viewed with
such delight,
Is now as still
as it can be,
Seen glowing in
the moonlight.
Let's go
together to the
watermill,
Peace, our souls
will find...
I'd like to take
a friend along,
And you are
certainly mine!
Denise Lanford
© 2005
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