When I think of England over the ocean far
It brings back memories of who we are. Of strong minded folk with an opinion to say Who liked to share a joke in a dry kind of way. School days when teachers had to have respect And if you didn't apply the cane you would get. The views of villages nestled here and there On hillsides and valleys, so picturesque you had to stop and stare. The seasons of summer days in fields we played Endless when you thought this was where your life would stay. Autumn's falling leaves we'd gather in a heap Then jump in them together in a giant leap. Winter nights of smoking chimneys scenting the air While inside glad we were there. Spring, looking out for the first flowers growing And the joy of seeing Tulips and Daffodils glowing. Churches and castles standing strong and tall Built long ago in times too hard for us to recall. Sundays were a day of rest When families came together and life wasn't such a quest. Seaside holidays when we played in the sand And we ate fish and chips; it was grand. Rainy days of splashing in puddles with friends we met Then going home in trouble for being wet. Neighbors who gave a helping hand And shoulders to cry on, as they would understand. Frienships in our past That remains to last. So much to recall of England it is true Before our life in Canada was brand new. Now equally our home we still recall places and people With pride In a country where once we did reside.
© Jill Windsor (2004)