England Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

English dew on bright red roses,
Jewels glittering in the English sun,
Shimmering shades they dance triumphant,
Breaking through for morning fun.

Such rows of golden daffodils,
Dance along cool windy waves,
Transfixing all in English splendour,
Turning all to English slaves.

Cattle graze in shadowed valleys,
Little lambs white specks abound,
On carpets deep in England’s bosom,
Carefree wonder all around.

English men and English lassies,
All gather for this English ball,
Engulfed in sacred joys of kingdom,
Foreign knaves they can but fall.

Calvary now comes to greet them,
Jerusalem here is on Earth,
On English soil, in English faces,
England oh, my land of birth.