Canopied ruin
Silent wheels no longer turn
Yet the mill-race flows
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
These photos really are peaceful moment to savour
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The watermill was a chance find by the River Wye, half hidden in the woods now. It is a lovely place.
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Reblogged this on Anita & Jaye Dawes.
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I find it incredible what real poets like yourself can do with haiku!
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Thank you, Daleen. I enjoy the brevity of having only seventeen syllables to play with 🙂
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Beautiful… I remember one of these where I grew up…. I love it… so peaceful
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It feels like stepping out of time somehow.
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Looks like the mill race was channeled away or changed course. Lovely and peaceful. 🙂
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There is a channel from where I stood to take the picture, now silted and dry.
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