Your
Town
If you'd like to live in the kind of Town
Like the kind of Town you'd like.
You needn't pack your clothes in a grip
And start a long, long hike
For you'll only find what you've left behind
There's nothing that's really new
Your knocking yourself, when you knock your Town
It isn't your Town, - - it's you!
Real Towns are not made by men afraid
When somebody else gets ahead.
When everyone works and nobody shirks
You can lift your Town from the dead.
So if, while you make your personal stake,
Your neighbor can make his too,
Your Town will be what you want to see,
It isn't your Town, -- it's you!
Author unknown,
A framed copy of this poem hung on the wall
of G.R. Duncan 's (1878-1942) Office for 30 years.He was President of the Chamber of Commerce of Fort William
and an enthusiastic Realtor who boasted Fort William
so much that one would think that it was
the best Town in the whole wide world.Helene and John Duncan
Regina, Saskatchewan
March 2000
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November 05, 2007
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