Doylestown Walk

DOYLESTOWN WALK She walks amid our dream of brick and stone dreamt yesterday, then made for time to share, the spirit of our past, she walks alone, but she will touch your hand if you are there. Past cobbler's dens, and Printers Alleyway, down by The Tannery, the five and dime, and bakers who arose before the day, she's known them all, through pages of our time. And she can sing you dreams from songs forgot; they made our nation cling to unity; in lessons sweet, in times where we had not enough of blood who made our dream to be. She walks, she is our dream of Liberty, to welcome those who died to keep us free. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet