by John Marsden
May the road be free for the journey
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen, still be understood.
May every aircraft fly safely,
May every traveller be found,
May sailers in crossing the ocean
Not hear the cires of the drowned.
May gardens be wild, like jungles,
May nature never be tamed
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the moutnatins stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young,
May we be outlived by our daughters
May we be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers
And the doomsday clock not be rewound,
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.
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