Northward the train speeds
hearthward bound to Kith and Kin ,
to calmer climes ,bolder climes ,
surer days , surer airs ,
wrapped in their firmness of a
promise made long long ago
before the Stuarts failed and hearts waned ;
Vision now restored ,expectations unsheathed
not by heroes nor by warriors
nor stentorian oaths ,
but by quiet confidence woven
of steadfast certainty that when
all seemed lost forever mired
in betrayal and compromise ,
there would again come such a day ,
as this
here and now
and
forever.
( footnote :- I composed this around 9 p.m. on Thursday 18 September )
