Houghton Mill Again

Houghton Mill, near Huntingdon
In deepest England’s wheatbelt lands,
No longer serves the farmer;
No longer grinds his crops for useful flour.

It is preserved for all to see, a relic;
Provided they’re prepared to pay
The price of entry, now that admission
Is by ticket in exchange, you see.

And Houghton Village, with its thatches
And half timbers giving room
To structures of more modern style
Is again the quiet place it once had been,

Last year, I returned Houghton Mill
And whilst I was with the best of friends,
There was a feeling in my heart
Which called to mind another time.

Another time, it seems another life,
When some forty years and more
Have passed since I last gazed upon
The sluggish river Ouse.

Still I can recall each name and face
Of those whose company I sought.
I will not name the closest of them now
Though I loved them all in my own way.

Now they’re gone and who knows where
I don’t and of that you can be sure.
Did they spend their time in acquisition
Or did they just eschew this modern life

Reminded of mortality by the passing
Of the years, I came to know that what I want
Is not the quintessential thing in life,
Its what I really need that matters now.

Material possessions count for nought
When friends and others in a life
Become as strangers as the years go by;
Without them, nothing that I own has value.
.
And so I say to any fit young man
Just starting on his journey through a life
Don’t count as all, possessions such as money buys
And ignore all those to whom you owe your love.
.
For love is endless, if its treated right
But causes woeful harm if misapplied
Be careful who you love
And be kind to those who love you in return.

Houghton Mill Again

Andrew  Bailey

Ilfracombe, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

Houghton Mill is or was a real mill which now belongs to The National Trust. The mill still works but only for the tourist and like a great many things in this country has almost been preserved in aspic. Nearby Houghton village is pituresque and, for some years was overrun by cars, Not so now. it has return to slumber quietly inits dotage.
I am not sure whether this piece is good enough yet but have posted it anyway for constructive critiques.

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