OH ENGLAND
Oh, England,
you green and pleasant land,
your beauty never ceases to instil
a calmness in my hands.
A sense of peace; contentment
within my wandering mind,
a fulfilling feast for longing eyes
that seem always looking behind.
The golden greens of your pastures
covering long and rolling hills,
the succulent scent of your flowers
tickling senses to smile at the thrill.
Ancient forests of lofty bark
so old and yet teeming with life,
bountiful branches that dance in the wind
telling tales of old in their sighs.
Striking coastlines and high cliff-tops,
some sand and some chalky white,
to the weary traveller returning from abroad,
an uplifting and welcoming sight.
As I travel this wide and wonderful world
through deserts of soft sand and snow,
towering mountains and valleys so rich
there is something that says “Time to go!”
For deep in my heart lies a longing
to return to the land I call home,
for she lies in the beat of my aching heart
no matter how far away I may roam.
I will always return to England;
to this green and pleasant land,
may I ever reside in her warming embrace
till the day that we walk hand in hand.
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Written by Darren Scanlon, 2nd August 2015.
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9 年Indeed a glorious poem, Darren! Wonderful! Making my soul travel like a breath of light air over green Yorkshire Dales... Maidstone in Kent, the Garden England to the White Cliffs of Dover on a clear day. Thank you!!!