Inn-delible

In a blessed white field, some time ago, a frontier Inn arose.

As centuries showed, hospitality flowed.

It was a respite from the road.

A community loved it, made everything of it, and helped it bloom and grow.

When all this is over, don’t forget how you love her – and stop back and say hello.

Through wars the Inn carried, for there’s where you’d married and celebrated life’s cherished time.

It’s all about people. Go in and they’ll seat you, the service you’ll meet is sublime.

The food will be hot.

What a grand spot!

Drink in her beauty and wine.

Order the lot, and you’ll want for not. A sign of a truly fine dine.

Soon, you’ll be tired of cooking, but there’ll be no need for looking, a trip to the Inn’s where it’s at.

Don’t dine at a chain, or eat anything plain. You know you’re better than that.

The community’s stressed, but it’s our unity test.

Don’t fret. You can rest at ease.

Together we’ll pull through it, and so soon we’ll renew it, the Inn in Penn’s Woods, if you please.

A community loves it, makes everything of it, and helps it to bloom and grow.

When all this is over, don’t forget how you love her, and stop back and say hello.

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