Rebirth Of Pottstown
John, John Potts, what was it like,
When first to this place you came?
You conceived a form, a town was born,
That forevermore carries your name .
You pledged your trust to a westward bluff,
Meandering east a lovely creek ran clean
To a river pure that had in store
The demand for the black rock glean .
The Schuylkill tamed from Holland named
She's a marriage of creeks and many streams .
But the scourge of time, discharge of slime
Was in ignorance of man's best dreams .
So, John, again we'll look to her use,
To draw life for your town worn down .
Will the river forgive past utter abuse
And revive the rebirth of Pottstown ?
Ronald C . Downie
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