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Long Pond Iron Works
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Old Work A place to work,
A place to furnish,
A place to build,
And a place to melt.
We live in a town,
We live in a future,
We live in an Industry,
But we don’t live in a city.
We hear the ring from Ringwood,
We listen to the train riding by,
We see people coming and going,
But we don’t see the town dying.
The future comes,
There is history now,
Leftovers of what was once life.
History evolves,
People visit,
Buildings rebuild.
A place to stroll,
A place to enjoy
A place to think your matters over.
We volunteer,
We reenact,
We replay battles,
And we will always enjoy the characters.
A poem tribute to Long Pond Iron Works.
