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Welcome to the writings of author Miller Caldwell

LAVERHAY MILL
DUMFRIESSHIRE
SOUTH WEST SCOTLAND.

“A widow bird sat mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough
The frozen wind crept on above
The freezing stream below
There was no leaf upon the forest bare
No flower upon the ground
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel sound.”

PB Shelley 1792-1822.

Yet in summer my local walk
Which helps to clear my mind
While thoughts of plots and characters
forment down deep inside.

Am I that dusty Miller
Who once made the daily bread
Now find myself a writer
Working at a desk instead?