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.
Copyright © Meghan Marshall | Year Posted 2007
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