To My Grandson Ben - On Becoming A Policeman Poem by John Mackinnon

To Ben 19/11/2014

We are a few
Of those
Your life has touched.
Luck, plays no part
In bringing us
To this quietness in time,
But we pay witness
To your growth.
Here flow the thoughts
Of histories sublime
Brought home
By marching bands
And mounted horse
And those whose course
Long gone
Has laid this stage
Before you.
We are the families
Of those
Who did not yield,
Of those who
Persevered.
Now you are here
So young, so proud,
So good.
It is now
As it should be.
Shake hands and smile
Our boy,
For all you will become,
And in your time
Make sure
To make a rhyme
In word and song
For all that come
To follow you.