Ancient Ones
Do you believe in time travel
I do
Every time I take logs for milling
at Hughie's
The old saw mill down on Pickard
it's real
An old diesel powers the wheels
from the past
It's under rusted roof and on worn floor boards
lumber and logs strewn everywhere
The two weathered and sun darkened men
Hugh and George
These old timers, some snap shot
from the 30's
Faded dark green work clothes, wrinkled faces
they give this mill life
Running round trees into square boards
ancient ones milling ancient ones
Huge hands that have touched so many trees
and even wheeling saw teeth
If you don't have trees to mill
Just find one of those ancient ones
shake his hand
feel the time it holds
