A little while ago I was taken by the muse again (the sneaky little chap likes to creep up on me when I'm not looking and make me write stuff), and also by a fit of patriotism. Or more accurately, a fit of annoyance about the way this country is/what it's become, tempered by the fact I love so many bits of it and the fact that in many ways it is still so great.
Anyway, rambly explanation over, here is what I produced. It's still a work in progress, but I've decided to share it with you guys.
My England
This is my England
My England is a land of green and gold and brown,
Of bright sunshine, grey cloud and crisp frost.
My England is hedgerows and cornfields and wildflowers,
is the oak woods, rolling hills and rocky coasts.
My England is drystone wall and thatched cottage and village church,
is the terraced railway cottage, isolated farmstead, and market town.
My England is the chalk downs, the wide vales and the granite uplands,
the Lakes and Peaks, the rolling countryside of Middle England, the Cornish coastline.
My England is clear rills and brooks and streams, the great ponderous rivers.
Is the winding country lane, the pony and trap, and the ancient stone bridge
My England is proud and noble and elegant
My England is strong and kind and honourable
My England is intelligent and gracious and historic.
This is my England.
My England is beautiful.
As ever, constructive criticism is welcomed
