Hayden Flour Mills

It was a clear sunny day,

with blue clouds drifting here and there.

In the middle of a fenced off area,

stood a run down old building.

A cool breeze swept in,

and gently danced along the buildings walls.

It played against the buttermilk walls,

that stood gleaming in the sun long ago.

Now it plays on dirty white walls,

that stands with pride in the dry spring sun.

The window’s glass sparkled and shined,

to show off how beautiful it truly was.

But now,

it sparkled and shined no more.

The beautiful glass was replaced and boarded up with wood,

that now are rotted and old,

from the years of wind and rain,

howling with sorrow and banging with rage.

The people inside,

worked long gruesome hours.

Men hollered at one another,

the creaks and spats that sounded,

as wheels and bolts turned,

round and round.

But one by one,

the men slowly disappeared.

The men’s hollers echoed,

throughout the abandoned walls.

The bolts and wheels turned slowly and slowly,

till it turned no more.

On the outside of this rusting old building,

a girl was striding on by.

With her mother,

brother,

and darling older sister,

all in a rush to get to the Art Festival on time.

The girl stopped with a halt and looked up in awe,

at the building frozen in time.

Then,

the girl noticed some faded blue letters on the side of the wall,

which read:

Hayden Flour Mills.

The girl nodded and smiled,

with satisfactory of the title of the mill.

She heard her mother beckoned for her to hurry up,

the girl reluctantly started to walk towards her mother.

But,

out of the corner of her eye,

she thought she saw a flicker movement,

up in the window high above.

Then,

she thought she heard the faintest of sounds.

The men hollering and the wheels and bolts,

turning round and round.

But when she turned around once more,

to look at the flour mill before it faded out of her gaze,

there wasn’t even a movement,

not even a sound.

The girl discarded it,

that the sun was playing with her eyes,

or a bird flew on by,

past the window high above.

Or so......

she thought.