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Cotton Mill

Updated on June 18, 2013

Old Cotton Mill

Great industry of the South

You are only a shell

An empty vessel of the past

Walls that once contained

Equipment of the last, great revolution

Are now piles of crumbling bricks

Men and women sort through decay

Trying to salvage your remnants

One board, one stone

Something to mark your existence

Your mighty smokestacks

Welcoming pillars that once stood

Like two great arms

Were scattered like dust

Hauled away in trucks

To stand guard no more

You were once a mighty leader

A town bowed down to you

Depended on you to meet need

Your name rose above this town

Towering letters against the horizon

That marked your presence

But then the winds came

A monument crumpled by the finger of God

Irony some would say

People shake their heads

Refuse to admit that your glory

Now belongs to the past

And the town weeps for you

Old Cotton Mill

Great industry of the South.


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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      The featured picture is the cotton mill that was once my city's largest employer. We still have not fully recovered from its demise. This is one reason why the Uranium issue is such a debated topic. Supporters are dangling the promise of jobs in front of people like a carrot on a stick. A sad reminder why we shoud not put all of our eggs in one basket

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Great reminder of the days when cotton was king.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A lovely poem to remind us about the importance of remembering the old times and past history.