Take a Breather with Walter de la Mare in our Poetry Corner

Bill ‘The Bagger’ Allford wrote this poem out for me when we were the weighing and bagging team at Longbridge Mill, Sherfield on Loddon.  We used to sing it together whilst enduring slack moments and Bill would hop a little jig on the spot too.  Sweet memories are made of this as Bill passed away a couple of years ago.  I wonder what other mills’ team members get up to in their mills when an idle moment occurs, waiting for another sack of flour to weigh, or the water level to come up ready for milling.  Does anybody whistle?  No, I won’t come running – but you do know how to whistle, don’t you?

Sheila.