Trundling Song
The wheel turns with the river.
It never turns back,
and one day it stops,
but the river keeps flowing,
always,
always,
always.
Jane and I are back from trundling through Maine, but this photograph was taken earlier this year in Peters Valley. I'm not certain how the mill wheel worked, but the stream passing here is small as was the wheel. The millrace is actually made of pipe which branches from the stream much further upstream. The stream follows a narrow stone channel through the middle of the farm. Shops lie along the side.
