England in My Head
I was made in England
And charged with English blood
In England born and bred
I’ve got England in my head
I’ve walked on English lanes
And breathed in English air
It’s English ground I tread
And I’ll be English until I’m dead
I’m English through and through
And England lives in me
And its English blood that’s in my veins
And an Englishman I’ll remain
We’ll be English until the end of time
We’ll be English come what may.
I speak the language of England
A tongue that can never be bland
For the English words we speak
Are the words that make us unique
From my mouth comes English words
And the songs that I hear in a morning
Come from English birds
It’s English thoughts I think
and English notions have travelled far
For I like to think we sleep at night
Under an English star
Steve Higgins
Sun 16th May 2021 14:23
Thanks to MC And GS for both their comments.
I started this poem by just playing with words but I’ve always been impressed by sense of belonging and patriotism of Americans towards the USA even though they are a nation of immigrants. I’m not sure that’s a feeling expressed towards the UK by British people. It seems to me that in the UK we are more fond of our home nations, Scotland, Wales, Ireland and England than the UK as a whole, hence the thrust of the poem towards England.
The comments about English birdsong was a nod to our heritage from the past when England really did rule a lot of the world.
Thanks to everyone for their comments.