England Poem by Damian Cranney

England my England is everything to me,
From the greenest of it's pastures,
protected by the sea,
To good old London town,
Which will never let you down.

It's from here the lion roars,
Ever so loudly,
where you can walk,
in the footsteps of Heroes,
proudly.

From the people it is has Bred,
to the writers we have read,
With a constitution made by common law,
It's a living breathing entity created to ensure,
that our freedom and our rights are not usurped.

A land of common Sense and decency,
Where people live in harmony,
Extending help to one another,
whether stranger or brother,
Believing all have a right,
to a stupid point of view,
And would fight for that right,
in defense of you.

This country of ours, is a land of peace and grace,
England puts a smile, smack upon your face,
so if you add it all together,
and despite inclement weather,
there's no better place, your weary head to rest,
and why England to all of us,
is the greatest and the best.