Onward,  Onward The whistle blows, long and clear,

Onward,  Onward

The whistle blows, long and clear,
The haunting sound that says  we’re near

Onward,  onward, passing by
A land so vast that meets the sky,

With secrets many, hidden  away.
Not ours to view , no not today

We travel through, a passing  guest
We’re on a journey, a special quest

To experience the beauty of a wilderness free,
Not owned by man, not you or me.

A land we borrow, for a moment in time.
A land so free, a land sublime.

And so we travel along our way,
Taking the happiness of the day

As the whistle blows, so long and clear,
The haunting sound that says We’re near.

Denise Tugwell, UK
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