The old cedar shingles are weathered from storms

The old wood lap siding is all buckled and worn

 

The water wheel is still turning from water upstream

The trees and grass at the mill are so lush and so green

 

As I sit here beside this Virginia old country road

And think back through times that were so long ago

 

How hard these people worked and the struggles and strife

All they ever wanted was to provide their children a better life

 

I’m sure as they worked all day grinding the grain

The thought of erasing history never entered their brain

 

Monuments of this Appalachian life surely needs to be preserved

Like all other monuments of our history that our children deserve

 

If we destroy all things that reflect our past at the whim of one’s will

Our children will never enjoy a moment like this sitting at Mabry Mill

 

From My World To Yours,

Bob Baker