“A long poem, in the style of David Lorimer, about the importance of corporate stewardship.”

In morning’s hush, the city stirs—  
steel ribs rising through drifting cloud.  
Behind glass towers, dreams confer,  
and hopes are bundled, measured, proud.  
But deep within each marble hall,  
a softly echoing summons calls:  
what stewardship will guide these hands,  
shape futures from our shifting sands?

We chronicle through ledgers thick  
the winding path of risk and gain,  
yet Lorimer would have us pick  
a gentler compass through the strain.  
Beyond the profit, line, and graph,  
responsibility must chaff  
against the easy, selfish road,  
and urge us toward a common code.

Imagine boardroom light at dawn,  
a golden hush on polished wood,  
questions blooming as a lawn  
where children, someday, might have stood.  
It is not just the margin’s swell  
that marks a firm as wise or well:  
it’s how a leader’s truth is steered  
when power whispers in the ear.

Are seas made safer by our reach,  
do forests thrive, do cities breathe?  
Our purpose moves beyond mere speech;  
it’s written in the world we bequeath.  
The rivers flow with consequence,  
each choice a drop, a chain immense:  
supply and demand are only part—  
integrity must have its start.

Corporate creed is more than brand,  
it’s trust in every helping hand,  
the policies that see the sky,  
the ethics stamped in how we buy.  
From payroll clerk to CEO,  
a single current needs to flow—  
guardians of tomorrow’s earth,  
each contract shaped by human worth.

David Lorimer tells us yet:  
that conscious business—deeply set—  
deploys the power found within,  
to lift, to mend, renew, begin.  
A shareholder expects return,  
but so does every leaf and fern,  
and every face that comes and goes  
illuminated by what we chose.

So may our ledgers ever show  
that what we give returns and grows;  
that companies are not machine,  
but living symbols, clear and seen.  
For stewardship, in Lorimer’s eye,  
is rooted in the reason why  
we gather here, and build, and strive:  
to help each other, whole, alive.

Let vision to the balance bring  
the worth behind each simple thing—  
the human heart, the planet’s song,  
the legacy where dreams belong.  
And let each enterprise withstand  
the test of time, by open hand;  
in stewardship—our truest art—  
may corporate purpose know its heart.

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