John W. McEwers
Better Off In England - Poem by John W. McEwers
In the voices that carry
across the courtyard
with glittering pronunciation,
one can hear
the greatest contentment
in smiles of young British girls.
In pubs filled with colourful faces
one drinks warmth and wine
to the songs of the island-dwellers
and goes to the hotel happy.
Friends, if you knew England
the way that I know England
you'd gather your life
and let the Isles be your muse.
But no one knows England
the way I know England.
The summer of fog
will haunt me until my return.
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