Ode to Britannia

A tribute to my Country

I

'Tis here in England's somber sky

where hills and pastures roam about.

Gray clouds so gathered round on by,

the Northern gales, all frost and stout.

From Azure shores ebb rolling tides

and soaring high, the seagull glides.

To Emerald hills and pasture land

where British shepherds e'er doth stand.

II

Afar I hear, the Warbler sings

its doting song, bright Harmony.

Of such great Nature - England brings

with deep pervading ecstasy.

Console the past with lightened dreams

of memories from ancient lore.

Medieval knights and kings implore

through shining rivers, lakes and streams.

III

Lo first when fair Britannia rose

and roused the waves she called and cried;

"Ye Britons I shall e'er impose,

to rule the waves with Lion-Pride!"

'Tis ever since at hand's command,

bright England's red hid half the land.

So never shall the Brits be slaves,

for fair Britannia rules the waves.

IV

The British ships ye shan't provoke,

for ye can't break an Heart of Oak.

Author's Note

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Beautifully penned...an enthralling piece Eric and skillfully done...Loved it...Rose:)