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the old grist mill leans
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal
The swift red-stained creek that energized the mill's wheel still runs over ancient rock
on its course to the mighty sea.
Its course unchanged for eons and the use of its steady resources remain.
The red leaves upon the trees surrounding the creek will soon be spent
their usefulness for their lifetime gone.
the red sweet gum leaves
fall twirling land 'pon hard rocks...
crayfish hide 'neath red