Britain the Bear

   

I wrote this poem in honor of the British Isles.                                   

                                  As England's East Anglia feels the rise of the western shores, 

                                 To my British country, I will bravely turn and adore, 

                                 There is no home like that of Saint George, 

                                 Her garden greenwood is mine forevermore. 

                                I vow to the land of good King Arthur, 

                                my sword, my arms, and my armor, 

                                my loyalty is with thee alone, 

                               I pledge all that I own. 

                              God bless my lovely England!