Forge Mill Farm Redditch

 **The Mill and the Meadow**

In Sandwell's heart, where the meadows roll,

Lies a farm with a story, an old mill's soul.

Forge Mill stands, with bricks so red,

Whispers of history, long since said.

The path that leads to its sturdy door,

Is trodden by feet of those before.

Children run where the grass is rife,

Chasing the tales of farmstead life.

Sheep and alpacas graze the land,

Under the watchful farmer's hand.

The mill's old charm, now a rustic view,

Frames the life that pulses anew.

Seasons turn, from lambing spring,

To sunflower summers that warmly sing.

Pumpkins wait for autumn's call,

As the mill oversees it all.

The Wagon serves an icy treat,

While Farmer's Kitchen's goods compete.

A trail to walk, a view to see,

Forge Mill Farm, where hearts roam free.

So come and visit, take in the sight,

Of Sandwell Valley in the soft daylight.

For in this farm, with its old mill's grace,

Lies a story of a gentle place.