Marie Bowerman Taylor
Letter To America
We wish we could show you our Island home.
This Isle midst angry sea and foam.
We call it our Haven - our England,
We call it our "home-sweet-home".
We'd show you the Surrey woods in Fall,
You'd hear the murmuring streams.
You could touch the moss on cottage wall,
And walk where the bright moon beams.
We'd tell of London - a city - a world!
The wonder of Regent, the glory of Kew.
The Abbey, the Lords, the flags unfurled,
The policemen, the cafe's - not forgetting the zoo.
Then there's the cider that comes from Devon,
And the honey straight ...