Sweet England That Is Mine
I stand atop the cliffs of white
I gaze along the coastline
I watch the Gulls at their lofty heights
Sweet England that is mine.
I stand upon the pastures green.
How peaceful and benign
a sweeter day never I have seen
Sweet England that is mine
As children play upon our lands.
Their laughter sweet and fine.
Their joyous glee, their love demands.
Sweet England that is mine.
Of land, of sea all nature's might
Our land of green. Divine.
Of this place we love I’ll not lose sight
Sweet England that is mine.
Copyright © John Steward | Year Posted 2018
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