Futureland (Poetry)

The last leg of the journey
all set to arrive
precisely on time
the passengers restless
as the engine begins
its gradual climb

Ahead the bright station
the bunting strung out
and tradition’s brass band
waits to welcome the traveller
who crosses Time’s border
to this untrod land

The wheels spin around
the clock’s ticking fast
the countdown’s begun
just minutes to go
old dreams left behind
the past had its run

Midnight has struck
there’s fireworks and cheers
as history maps
ever-changing frontiers
Hope plans a future
unrolls a new year ...