Forth

Forth we step upon the dampened pavement,
Morning mist clinging to the lorry’s bright bonnet,
Each footfall a quiet promise, a soft‑spoken vow
To wander onward, where the river bends and the hills sigh.

In the hush between the chimes of the village clock,
Hope unfurls like a flag atop the old castle keep,
And though the road may twist, the sky remains steadfast—
We go forth, heart‑wide, into the ever‑waiting day.