John Steward Poet Rhyme

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.

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Ibohal Kshetrimayum January 28, 2019 at 9:25 AM Love the poem because of the tender lines dipped in nectar of patriotism. John Steward January 30, 2019 at 1:53 PM Thank you Ibohal Im really glad you like it Thanks John