There’s a change of guard coming.
New replacing old. Planned. Timing, perfect.
They’ve done a good job – the old ones:
Kept steady for a long time. Loyal. Steadfast.
But now they’re getting ready for the new Commander.
He’s almost at the gate. His troops are alert; moving forward.
Resolute. Focussed. Trained. With a lion’s strength.
 
The old ones are still dutiful; never wavering.
They’re expectant; waiting for change – it has to come.
Their relief is almost palpable. People are talking about it.
The Lookout is keen; ever-watchful. Scanning the horizon;
Noticing subtle changes of light to indicate movement.
 
The troops are waiting for the bugle’s blast; a rasping honk -
A siren pounding over the land, streets and turrets.
Braced for action, they stand erect.
 
The boom is being heard. It resonates –
Even the valleys and cities alike, feel its power.
Boldly the Commander advances; his strength is clear.
He is wise – a leader like no other.
And now, he’s entering the gates –
Make way! Make way! Make way!