Guernsey Lily
Unite our people
Elevate us
Return our sons
Nerine
Sarniensis
Eternal
You are our symbol
Lily of the ocean
Island beauty
Let us endure as
You have endured
Richard Fleming
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The future's imminent (it’s not in our hands) - Julian Clarke
The brass key turns tightening the spring
How the second hand races, chasing dates
Evenly stitching together the edges of time:
Facing its face, no smile, no frown
Unzipping the seconds into minutes
Tormenting, teasing, running late
Unperturbed silently setting the day;
Relentlessly sweeping round and round
Each hand turning towards the future:
If the clock work were to stop, no tick-tock
Suspended in time the hands would wait.
Ingeniously, somehow they will always turn
Magically pointing to impending events
Mocking us, they will never age . . .
In time zones across the lands these hands
Never stuffed in pockets in perpetual motion
Engraving the past and sealing the present.
Now the digits twist in time, one understands
The future's imminent: it’s not in our hands.
Julian Clarke
How the second hand races, chasing dates
Evenly stitching together the edges of time:
Facing its face, no smile, no frown
Unzipping the seconds into minutes
Tormenting, teasing, running late
Unperturbed silently setting the day;
Relentlessly sweeping round and round
Each hand turning towards the future:
If the clock work were to stop, no tick-tock
Suspended in time the hands would wait.
Ingeniously, somehow they will always turn
Magically pointing to impending events
Mocking us, they will never age . . .
In time zones across the lands these hands
Never stuffed in pockets in perpetual motion
Engraving the past and sealing the present.
Now the digits twist in time, one understands
The future's imminent: it’s not in our hands.
Julian Clarke
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