My England

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The glory of this land clothed
in her multi shades of green,
do you also call her home?
She drowses in the lazy sun
rainbow lit by gentle rain.
Look upon her open pastures
her woodlands and enfolding hills
and know this is my birthright.
This is my land.
This is my England.

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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 3 years agoAuthor
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Thank you very much!

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 3 years ago

Don't want to wake this sleeping beauty, grass and greenery au gratin, framed by her wild blueish black satin bed sheets of the North Sea, so I whisper, 'What a wonderful declaration of love to what you call home.'

JWrenJWrenover 9 years ago
There's nowhere . . .

. . . like home, especially when it's green and pleasant land is extolled like this.

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