Treasure Island

Donald R Wolff JR

Days Of Olcott

When sunshine comes down into a darken sky-
A quiet befalls Olcott Beach
The carousel with shops now closed-
Brings silence, to our streets

Waterfowl nesting along the harbor-
Make lovely calling sounds
As campers gather by the fire-
With their tall fish tales to tell

A delightful dance is orchestrated-
By natures symphony
As fireflies fill the air-
In a rhythmic harmony

Fishing boats line the docks-
Awaiting a new day
To host our tourists on a fishing trip-
Beyond the Olcott bay

Dreams are made of happiness-
And love builds from joyful times
Songs are sung from memories-
That we hold dear in our minds

Olcott is a family town-
Where our fishing is well known
Perhaps, once you visit us-
You'll make Olcott your home


Submitted: Sunday, August 24, 2014

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I live in Olcott NY. We are known for our Fishing, and took the number 1 best place to fish one year. Olcott is a small vacation town. Which offers something for everyone. It's very easy to write about Olcott, because it is a wonderful place to visit or live.

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