Poem
A poem by local poet and author Chris Sullivan
COBHAM MILL
River Mole in pastel fields
Slow of pace, bereft of time
Canvas free of modern build
Brushes soft the restless soul
A brooding willow’s tousled locks
Nestle by a silent mill
Unbroken taste of time forgot
Suckled by the constant flow
Princely swan, fresh linen white
On tranquil sweep of her estate
Governs all within her sight
As life matures and drifts away
Timid life in skulking reeds
Hidden eyes that watch the world
In shadows go about their deeds
Till muted night consumes the day
C T Sullivan
Media
Republica Media, as part of its Living Surrey series, visited Cobham Mill one beautiful day in Summer 2014. Amanda Campbell interviews Richard Ward on the restoration and upkeep of this historic mill in Surrey.
Republica Media kindly allowed us to include this excerpt in our You Tube channel. The whole episode can be found here: http://www.livingsurrey.co.uk/ep11.html.
Republica Media can be found here: http://www.republicamedia.com/
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