MILL BRANCH

There's a place near my home
Where a lovely stream is born.
Tho I haven't seen the place
Someday I sure would like to trace
Up the strem from whence it came
Down to the place that gave it it's name.
For once there was a mill I'm told
That ground the bread in days of old.
Running across the land it rambles
Through the brush and trees it scrambles
Going on its merry way
Always the same every day
Along the way there's little falls
When it flows over roots that's tall. 
There's a place on this stream I go
To listen to the water flow
To listen as it flows along
To it's bubbling rushing song,
In my mind my worries cease
Near this stream that gives me peace.

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