A forgotten town,
18 meters down,
Swallowed by the lake,
What did it take?
A buzzing borough,
Where the bunnies burrow,
A town full of life,
Serrated by the knife,
Of a company,
Oh, what company?
PPL.
They created a dam,
It seemed a scam,
To use this land,
For one another, hand in hand.
It sits on Lake Wallenpaupack,
A lake hidden in the break,
Of the forest in northeast PA.
A cemetery sits below,
A hollow sound knows,
That the ghosts of Wilsonville,
Are rising from the hills.
Oh, Lake Wallenpaupack, what a wonderful story you hold,
Why, I wonder what else it is you’ve told.
By: Any’ah Caljean
