Millbank

Mill Bank

At last the water flows to Abbey Mill.

It is summer.

Early in the morning an apricot sky

Greets the new day..

Mist rises from the Severn Ham.

The sun’s disc rises to reveal

Morning Mill Bank. 

Flowers open and Mill Bank prepares for another day of visitors.

For Mill Bank is pretty,

Amazingly pretty.

When Mill Bank was first built, 

The random roof lines weren’t for tourists,

People just wanted some shelter from rain,

And warmth from the chill of a cold winter’s night.

But the cottages are beautiful!

Artlessly, accidentally, built into artful shapes.

Today, in the warmth of the sun, they bask in loveliness,

Their innocent beauty is wrought from the labour of long-forgotten men.

Built by artisans, not architects,

They created this picturesque row.

On summer mornings such as this,

Flowers delight the outsides of the cottages.

Poppies and daisies and baskets of flowers

Adorn Mill Bank.