Great England Poem by Gerry Legister

Great England



We are a family in England the cherish land,
When we look out upon the grim houses
A sense of fear entraps the confined soul
But duty force our will to pray more earnestly,
And joined other songs to lament for our freedom.
Together we have in common some mournful tones,
Of public concern in England toiling pinion,
England pride itself with its coats of arms,
Bearing the insignia of crest fallen names,
See the banner of images waving in the skies.
Silence salutes our heroes when the trumpet cries,
And all who dare to be brave, a crown is theirs.
Over each town their golden names will wave
Their fame men and women in history will claim
Evoke the meaning passed from parents to children,
England branches go far and reach other lands.
Our ancestry surname the winners in heraldry pain,
their heritage lies within the walls of Great England.
Seeking warmer climate for narrows roads,
we see the line cut grass of stately garden trees.
That runs through the highway past many towns,
darker stones stood out from a shadowy past
History that forms the memory that once had been,
the past unite with the present and the future.
Like footsteps hidden in the sands of time.
That is England seen on either side of the dispenser,
through which they descend to search the archives.
Beneath English lands and the trampled ground,
nothing is lost and much more about history to gain
in the place where we lay our names can be found.

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Gerry Legister

Gerry Legister

Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica
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