Dearest England


Dearest England,
You are home to me.
From your cobbled roads
to your sheep strewn fields.
I walk and wonder
at the quiet beauty
that shines, even while it rains.

Dearest England,
you are home to me.
From straight backed home pride
to poppies grown tipped with honor.
Wandering and rambling.
English roses have pride in their deep roots.
Even when it snows, it glows.

Dearest England,
you are home to me.
From your stiff upper lip
that contains a saucy grin
(and possibly a wink, or two),
to your honest sharing
of tea, toast, and sympathy.

When I most need a hand to hold me
you enfold me.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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