Those who serve England

Must expect nothing from her

We debase ourselves

If we regard our country

As merely a place to eat and sleep

 

She is a mother and a wife a sister too

 

Who is shy and retiring yet full of grace

I adore her sweet breezes and feminine face

Her wooded lanes her kingfisher streams

These are the songs of my blush flower dreams

I admire her long summers her perfumes light

And this the reason that I will stand and fight

 

No hostile feet will tread on her golden fields

No foreign voices will shatter her silent wealds

 

 

 

 

Note –  The first five lines of this poem are taken from a letter written by Vivian Rosewarne to his mother which was printed in The Times on the 18th of June 1940. 

The remaining fragments were written by an unknown poet whose name is lost to the years but I thought worth recording in this short poem 

 

SMO