Once like a diamond on the coast

That people flocked to see,

Smart shops and buildings she could boast,

She showed them off with glee

 

But things were left to slip and slide,

They didn’t feel the breeze,

How could they not have seen the tide

Would bring her to her knees?

 

We love this town, we need it back,

We yearn for things to change,

We need the beauty, not the tack,

To make her shine again

 

We have to fight before she’s lost,

We have to make them see

She’ll loose her spirit – at what cost

To her, to you and me?

 

She’s like a princess in a dream,

Her skirt beneath the shore,

She cannot wait for miracles

Or she will be no more

 

Josephine Nolan