Photo by David Richards
Poem
To the Delaware Rolling hills, rolling mountains, rolling rivers– wild and free. O’er the bluffs into the Delaware, rolling down to the sea. The Alleghenies to the Poconos, rolling forests– wild and free. Falls race crystal to the Delaware, rolling down to the sea. Clouds roll o’er the fertile farmlands, shed their rains– wild and free. Rains that swell the mighty Delaware, rolling down to the sea. A morning mist rests on the Delaware, a sunset’s glow– red, wild and free. The days roll by, each night grows longer– rolling down to the sea. -David Richards
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