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Poem - The Ole Mill House

Updated: Feb 22, 2023

In celebration of Black History Month

This poem is by Ruby Lee Thompson 1991

In Virginia, there stood

an old deserted mill,

in the district of Rose Hill.

Ad when at night I passed it by,

my heart just almost stood still;

because my mother used to say,

"Children right over there a man was killed."

Through with the swift and passing years,

passed all those childish fears;

now nothing but a memory lingers;

that old mill house, it's gone.

And I walk on down the dusty road,

there's one thought the message blowed;

I cast a glance upon the hill,

There still remains the home

where poor ole uncle lived,

because it was he that used to own

that old deserted mill.

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