David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Friday, 20 November 2009

Poem of the week


Rolling hills and city blocks
church bells and canal locks.

Football chants and rugby roar
terraced house and creaking floor

Made in wood, pot and steel
spinning top and water wheel

Trees of oak and fields of gold
mossy paths and smell of mold

People young and weather cold
heads with hats and men gone bald

Pubs and clubs, straight and gay
those who hope and those who pray

This my friend is England's way.

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