Take Me Back To England Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

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Oh take me back to England, the country of my birth,
Bathe me in that cool fresh air, blessed English country Earth.

I long to see the woodland fox or badger in his hole, to witness hawks engrossed in flight displaying natures role.
The squirrel scrapping in his tree questioning the world, oh let me cross these fields of green, entice the river mole.
Now seeking comfort in a pub enjoying ale or mead, then riding through this country grand upon an English steed.

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Oh take me back to London town to taste its gifts once more, The Palace to Saint James’s Park, those streets that I adore.
Trafalgar Square that grand parade where art and people meet, enticing goods now cross my path from Bond to Oxford Street.
Magnificence, seductive charm, the wonder of the Tate, where Salford’s Lowry proudly stands, stick peals to contemplate.

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Such hidden joys bestowed on man such hidden sparking gems, to dance, to laugh, to sing, to bathe, in England’s wondrous realms.
But greater still are those fine folk who call this land their home, stand proud as one a splendour grand, all heirs to England’s throne.
In war, through peace, this nation’s strength defiant to the test, great bastions of liberty – proud beacons to the rest.