good bye poem

often i think of the beautiful town
there is no escape by the river
and breaketh bread no more
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
braided and woven
tell me less or tell me more
but i cannot read you now
looking beyond
i know what you're going to say
up and down he goes
there is no flock, however watched and tended
over the river they beckon to me
i am a woman
when the wind works against us in the dark