There was a hill by the riverside
Once atop, you could see the whole world, wide
An image that filled most with pride
Once the result was felt on the inside
The effect on folk was hard to hide
A bounce in their step, a change in stride
Feelings of cynicism all had died

These days the hill is gone alongside
All the joy and hope it could provide.
And though the stubborn have tried
Life is hard without a guide.
There is not much to with your time, but bide
For the return of the hill by the riverside