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Resting, river side, closing our eyes in the breeze of season's changing

What's to be done with a broken tip pencil and an edged eraser - a poem not finished and stories, yet to write?

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

And as far away as Goshen, the dam bursting, sounded like an earthquake, shaking ground and foundations

Theodore Hitchcock never made it - his dangerous trek across the river to the mill to find his ledgers of business records, and save it - No, Theodore Hitchcock never made it

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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the way the light slants, the silver of each raindrop

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

Milkman Collins Graves, with the sound of metal buckets banging and liquid inside, sloshing, makes his way to the villages, warning of the water to come, yells tossing as echoes of homes and businesses

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

If a horse can be a hero, then here, surely, is one, the same one, unnamed, who galloped three miles from dam to town, bearing the man, warning that disaster loomed, and still, not finishing this most important race, first

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Luminescent wings – the dragonfly waits for wind; suddenly – it's gone

'Tis the first bloom of Spring, found now nearly alone; 'til buried bulbs of sleepy time return to surface, home; All wonder is her siblings - every petal, pointed high; They sing for sun and warmth and release a hopeful sigh

for DS106 Daily Create, with apologies to Thomas Moore (The Last Rose of Summer)

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

One lone man, standing, motionless, on an island of nothingness, the west and east branches of the river, flowing, no one yet knowing the damage wrought by sudden flood

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Fluttering flicker - a bit quicker than my eyes – the moth flies away

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