Coming events cast their shadows before
While dreams leave their visions behind
For each of us nurtures the longings we have
In our heart and our soul and our mind.
We draw inspiration from scenes we admire
Find peace in historical homes
And then in our minds shape a castle of dreams
Whose blueprints are ballads and poems.
The structures we find so lovingly built
By skilled hands now folded in rest
Are vistas we treasure that always inspire
Whose image remains ever blessed.
Where beauty and function, happily wed,
Have weathered the passage of time
The builders impart their message to us
Still current but also sublime.
Alan W.C. Tustin
— From my new 2003 calendar of Old Ontario.