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Delavan’s Fortune
Sounds now faded from dim past
Hold memories dear, once made to last
Of circus tales and days of old,
Then full of life - now stories told.
The town of Delavan contains
A host of treasures down its lanes
Look around, do you not see?
Shadowy visage of what can be?
Well spoken once, twice word slips out
Collecting whispers - poised to shout!
No!
Time gone by will not erase
Ghosts from an age that all may face
Though, when this town again displays
The dream its founders prayed for days -
Creating future made to last?
Yes!
Delavan’s fortune derives from its past.
Judy Adams
Copyright 2003
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