Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend

Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept

As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down 
Swans and starlings greet

Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat