This poem first appeared in the Girls' High School Magazine of 1964.
ODE TO RATHO MILL
Thou beauty spot of our isle,
The home of joy and peace and toil,
How pleasant 'tis to see thee lie
Still, at dawn, and hear the cry
Of the birds--"Hello! Hello!" they seem to say,
"'Tis time to get up and greet the new day."
Then all is busy along thy streets.
Ah! the towering palm trees along thy beaches
And the refreshing sea-breeze--forth it gushes
To all...the trees freshly laden with fruit.
The beautiful flowers, the bees, a young lamb bleats--
The blue sky, the green grass, all seem to suit.
Sweet Ratho Mill, shall I leave thee ?
No! Thou art too dear to me.
CHERYL A. PHILLS.
Hally, Fred, Artie & Mac. My guess is as good as yours as to what is happening with Mac's hand. Don't want to rub anybody the wrong way so I am going to leave this one. Photo taken by Robert Young 2001.