Bud Caywood’s “The Mill On The Ramapo” after Chauncey Ryder

Caywood Mill at Stowell
Painting Mill at Stowell by Chauncey Ryder

Bud Caywood
The Mill on the Ramapo
after “Mill at Stowell” by Chauncey Ryder
(Remembering an old mill on the Ramapo River, New Jersey 1963-1965)

Because there is a river there are
willows bending like arms to keep us cool.
Because shadows stretch to hide the sky,
souls are shaded headstone by headstone.

Planks and mortar, brick stacks, silence―
for all we know, the soil is long past fertile;
scarred with footprints, furrowed with gravel,
as far as we see, the land is asphalt and light.

We saw the mill as children, then tried to see it again.
The wheel, generating the river as it turned,
when summers became those summers, a habit,
an island floating in the middle of a field.

Because we can’t really remember
what brought us there.
Because the consolation for having been
there is being forgotten.

Bud Caywood Reads Mill
Bud Caywood reads his poem at the March 28th Art of Poetry event at Hickory Museum of Art. Photo courtesy of Roger and Ginny Sanford.

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1 Response to Bud Caywood’s “The Mill On The Ramapo” after Chauncey Ryder

  1. patricia deaton says:

    Wonderful poem, Bud, for recapturing what is no more!

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