Dover Mills/ The Dover Delegates. Poem by Geoff Warden

The vast mystics of Lake Erie,
On the north shore of Long Point Bay,
A ghost town throughout winters month,
Where Lynn river crosses Black creek way,
At birth, the settlement of Dover Mill,
Circa 1670, Francois Dollar De Casson,
Began the history of this harbour town,
A fisherman's wharf adorning Harley fashion,
Modern days journey feels like yesterday's return,
As Port Dover has taken on it's maturity,
The harbour front remembers the fisherman,
As the streets line in Harley Hog cemetery,
A party town every Friday the thirteenth,
Chris Simons and twenty-five good friends,
Has become the bikers haven,
Knowing seventy-five thousand will attend,
So journey on down to Lynn river banks,
Port Dover has many a good lore,
Scavenge it's shops of ol' main street,
Or just rest upon Lake Erie's shore......


7/11/06 GJW