The town of yester-year
Its a pleasant drive through Dayboro
At any time of the year
To a place where time stood still it seems
Since our pioneers settled here.
When you pass down William Street
Just pause and linger near
Look in the quaint old rustic stores
Soak up their atmosphere.
You'll find the weathered old facades
Are not some thin veneer
But a reflection of a life-time past
When our world was more sincere.
There are no crowds to wear you down
And the country air is clear
What better place, to rest a-while
For lunch and a glass of beer.
Then if you like what you have seen
Maybe, find some souvenir
Of that little place called Dayboro
The town of yester-year.
Rodd Sherwin ©