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