This England

‘Tis our native land

Our place of birth

The English language

Our mother tongue

Given to many Nations

On this wonderful Earth

This tiny nation

With the Lions heart

Spans the World

From sea to shore

Our democracy

Which champions fair play

Are seen as the hallmarks

Of the English way

Science an commerce’s

Written and spoken words

Descriptive and flowing

In nouns and verbs

Great men of science

And the literary kind

Used our native English

Our mother tongue

Writing the sonnet’s

Of William Shakespeare

The Bard to everyone

We are proud of the soil

Beneath our feet

Our home for centuries

This fortress we keep

Our customs and ways

The food and drink

Great flag of Saint George

So proud and distinct

Many a foe have failed

In histories battle grounds

To enslave the English

But to no avail

We are of Anglo Saxon stock

Viking and German is in our blood

With Roman and Celtic in our genes

The truest warriors of England

That was ever conceived

Welcome to you all

To England’s  fair lands

Sip our cup of kindness

Our well meaning ways

Centuries of culture

For all to partake

But don’t take us for granted

That would be a great mistake

English blood

Was poured onto foreign shores

To create this England

A homeland for  us all

That makes the English

A nation and proud of its past

A culture and peoples

That will last and last

Tyranny and ridicule

Of hard won freedoms

The English ways

We will cast them adrift

Bound for Stone Age shores

From whence they came

To fight their own battles

As the English have done

To create another Eden

In the lands that they come.

Peter Wicks