Grace and Horizon

In years when peace had freshly stilled the gun. And Britain breathed a new and

grateful grace. Life moved more slowly warmed by neighbor's sun. And courtesy sat

softly on each face. Men worked their honest hours week by week.

Providing hearth and home with steady hand. A wireless hum to twelve inch

screen would speak. And dial up phones click gently through the land. Children at times

quite bored would roam the lake. And from such boredom sprang bright worlds of flame.

While Christmas gifts were modest, never vain. Just simple tokens meant to light

the day. A calmer age content with little things. Where quiet hearts