Anthem For A New Age (Poetry)

Another dawn is breaking and the spirit of the land
whispers in the pinewoods and along the waking strand —
it is the voice of history, singing soft and low,
and leaf and ocean tremble as the echoes ebb and flow.

King Arthur sleeps beyond the mist and waits his country’s call:
he hears the murmurs on the air; the pulse through every wall;
the rhythm rising underground that seeps through each fresh crack;
the tides of time are on the turn to welcome heroes back.

The ghosts of Drake and Nelson dream of former glories won,
remember British banners flown beneath a fiery sun,
and roused from their eternal rest, they urge our island race
to rally and unite to show our nation’s proud new face.

The British spirit is alive and keen to be reborn
wherever patriotic hearts are beating true and warm —
in every corner of our land are gathered sterling men
impatient for the trumpet’s call to make us great again.