Walnutport

I'm living in a wayward town spawned from the the Lehigh's past days of exporting and trading. A past where railways and waterways soppourted a nation. Now ,a somewhat shallow river winding past unused old grey, weathered, steady canals. The boats stopped here in decades gone, to recieve rest and repairs. There's not a single boat shop in this little town anymore. The first settlers were a stock of stat Germans, Swiss , Irish and Scottish. Their houses, once home are now subdivided apartments. Soppourting the welfare familes, the young, the starving artists, the poor. Once a walk of carriages, cottages, hotels, markets of early American granduer. Now, a winding ghost town, a village, with cracked sidewalks.