The Town That Stands Alone


She stands there with the wind blowing out her long blonde hair,
Staring at the mountain tops,
The crisp leaves of the forests green trees sing in the gentle breeze,
All around the sea does splash,
For she knows that she is home at last,

How fair the land does seem from the rest spot of the high hill top,
There is little to see but suck sweet beauty,
You could not ask her for a memory that does not have such visions,
As home is where the heart is and this place has always had her heart.
However she comes to see the damage done by all the years she has missed,

No more fishing boats,
No more pubs full of laughter,
All has begun to disappear in the oceans greatest gift,
It’s forever changing mists,
The have come the foreigners,

Loud and proud,
To claim what is not theirs,
And all the families that have been there all their lives are lost for words to say,
Except the simple fact they wish for nothing to change,
Money,

Greed,
It’s led to poverty,
Her home was lost to all the nonsense,
All this big man talk,
Nevertheless in the end she smiles bright,

Looking at what is hers forever,
For all the men that want it,
Will never get the point,
It’s not the land,
Nor fish,

Nor profit,
It’s the family behind the town that makes it what it is,
And although they may have what they yearn for,
They will never understand,
That the people here have much more then riches,

They have people that love them,
And for that the sea does roar,
The trees do blow,
And the mountains protect the homes below,
Of the town that stands alone.

Amanda Hamilton 2006