England, oh my England.
Your rolling hills and vales.
England, oh my England.
Your wonderful rainy gales.
Your beauty always brimming
a glass that is half full.
London, Leeds and Liverpool,
Bristol, Bradford, Hull.
You never cease to amaze me
with your growing population.
A finger in every country,
A slice of every nation.
You hold your helping arms out;
That stretch to foreign lands.
And pull other countries upright
by gripping with your hands.
You can stab the hearts of countries
by issuing your command.
And defend yourself from attackers.
Your ground you will always stand.
So I vow to thee my country.
I serve you well and true.
My heart is always open.
My love I give to you.
England, oh my England.
With what a famous story.
I love my country, England.
This land of hope and glory.
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Some generic imagery but In a poem as obnoxiously patriotic as this one it doesn't really matter.
OK, I absoluly love this! It's very discriptive, and it gives me an image of the place. Great job!