I was standing on deck one windy summer night, the mugginess made my shirt cling real tight. The stars were out we were just into

– It’s was a sad, sad day when she went to her rest, a storm drove her to rocks though the crew did their best.

Another night falls with the old mill moonlit, its pale light shines through each crack and slit. Many boards are warped and bent with age,

In 1977 I was hiking through the woods one day, it was in the Elk Horn Mountains out Sumpter way. When upon the remains of