Vouch

When I vouch for you, I stake my word,
A quiet pledge, a steady thread,
Not shouted loud, but softly heard,
Like rain that finds the thirsty bed.

I vouch for truth in a world of doubt,
A handshake sealed with honest intent,
Where promises are not without
The weight of deeds, not merely meant.

In council halls or on the street,
I stand beside what I believe,
My voice a calm, unfeigned beat,
That others trust and can receive.

So let my vow be firm and true,
A British vow, through and through:
To vouch is to renew the bond,
To honour trust, to answer fond.