Millstones Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The millstones grind in slow accord
apace with breezes blowing
as harvest wheat is ground to dust
in circles never slowing

The nourishment they soon provide
from brick kilns and wood stoves
gives life and health to one and all
as fragrant fresh baked loaves

Those stony wheels in timeless grace
move on in darkened mills
and though not noticed and not praised
their daily task fulfill

When you and I are gone away
when new trees cover hills
millstones in measured timeless pace
continue grinding still.