Poem: Driven By Floods

Driven By Floods

After the rain, the old mill creaks,
ancient wheels groan,
caught and captured by a stream suddenly wild.
Everything begins to move with new purpose,
driven by floods

About this poem

Often it is the storms of life that force us to become what we are made to be.

The picture was taken at the Weston Mill Museum, in Weston, VT.


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