ANDREW JONES

ANDREW JONES

BLUE BELL WOOD

I went out walking

Yesterday down

In blue bell wood

There I saw

A great carpet of blue

And the fragrance

Filled the air

There where great

Big oak trees with Acorns

Everywhere down in

Blue bell wood

With birds singing

And church bells ringing

I just couldn't ask for more

And as I sat there

In the summer sun

And contemplated

All I saw natures work

So good

I just wish you could

Have been there

Down in blue bell wood

Seen nature at its very best

Like everybody

Should

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TRENCHES

Down in the trenches

Where fathers

Brothers and sons

All afraid and frightened

But ready with their guns

With little food

Or fresh water everything

Covered in mud

Puddles of muddy water

And pools of blood

Men shot maimed

And dying

So hard to comprehend

Brave men gave there all

Until their bitter end

We must never forget

For our freedom

They Died

That's why I am where I am

My poppy with

Pride

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MY ENGLAND

England my England

Steeped in much history

England my England

Long bows, arrows, oak trees

England my England

Where people stand in ore

Of our queen and country

Soldiers gave there, lives for

England our England

Such beauty to see

England, Scotland, and wales

Mountains, valleys, and sea

England our England

Our rose Died

England our England

Our nation, noted and cried

England my England

Surrounded by sea

England my England

The land of the free

ANDREWJONES

 11/2016 copyrighted

Andrew Jones is from south Shropshire in England, A small village by the river Severn He loves to write poetry especially his home England.