Soft tones and the patina of civility,
A people avoiding hardness in a land,
Where the weather accommodated them.
Issues touched upon with a gentle hand,
Nothing too serious, too dark,
And always resolved by the end.
True reconciliation and a way forward,
Broadcast every week into,
The collective conscience.
To look back at it now,
With older eyes,
And knowing the lay of the land.
The lead was meant to be exemplar,
But in the end it was obvious,
That Relic was the hero.
By W.N. Branson
