Ypey Mole, Ryptsjerk

A smock mill stands upon a hill. Ypey Mole, its name so grand, Built in 1911, a treasure of the land. Harnessing the wind, a wondrous sight. Restored to working order, oh so grand, A Rijksmonument, a gem in the land. Grinding grains to make fine treats. Flour for bread, and cakes so sweet, Ypey Mole's magic, a culinary feat. To see the mill, their hearts take flight. They learn of history, of days gone by, Ypey Mole's story, reaching the sky. A symbol of heritage, for all to find. Ypey Mole, a treasure we hold dear, Whirling and twirling, year after year. Random page: DO