The legend of Old Reader’s Mill
is one I heard my Granny tell
about one night in Reader’s Dell.
It’s not a story of good will
when two men came to settle bets,
and one would leave with deep regrets.
‘Twas thought that neither meant to kill,
but only one was left to stand,
the other lay dead in the sand.
But if you seek some scary thrill,
just take the path to find the site
where tragedy befell the night.
Upon the spot, you’ll feel a chill,
but it’s the wind that’s feared the most,
for with it comes the ghastly ghost.
