Great England

The land of England lies steep in historical pageantry

We are a family in England the cherish land,
When we look out upon the grim houses
A sense of fear entraps the confine soul
duty force our will to pray more earnestly,
And joined others to lament for our freedom,
Together we all have some mournful tones,
Of public concern in England toiling pinion,
England pride itself with its coats of arms,
Bearing the insignia of crest fallen names,
See the banner of flames waving in the skies.
saluting our heroes when the trumpet cries,
And all who dare to be brave, a crown is theirs,
Over each town their golden names will wave
All conversation men and women in history claim
Evoke the meaning passed from parents to children,
England branches go far and reach great lands.
Our ancestry surname the winners in heraldry pain,
their heritage lies within the walls of great England.
Seeking warmer climate for narrows roads,
we see the line cut grass of stately garden trees.
That runs through the highway of many town,
darker stones stood out from a shadowy past
History that forms the memory that once had been,
the past unite with the present and the future.
Pageantry of footsteps hidden in the sands of time.
That is England seen on either side of the dispenser,
through which they descend to search the archives.
Beneath English lands and the trampled ground,
nothing is lost and much more about history to gain
in the place where we lay our names can be found.