Comments about Jack Ewins
A Love Letter To England...
As my love looks into the ever spanning distance
A battered mirror of what we call existence
The market square that bustles beneath my life
A masked amalgamation of bitter sweet strife
Heavy hearts and broken parts make up a country cart
An English heaven that heals the mind to makes us smart
We spend a summer’s day standing in the rain
We cry in shame when our lives go against the grain
Us holy few who look to see the shallow day through
Us unholy few who sit and weep wondering what to do
This land whose honour cannot be sold
This land that stands strong ...