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 so pure that it had in store
The demand for that black rock's glean .
The Schuylkill tamed, from Holland named,
She's a marriage of creeks and many a stream.
But the scourge of time the discharge of slime
Was in ignorance of man's best drempt dream.
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 our Pottstown ?
Ronald C . Downie