Homeland

 

The Valley of my homeland,

       no finer place to be.

Cool fresh air blows through my soul,

       it whispers life to me.

 

Rivers running, free of care,

       onward to the Severn.

ceaseless foam, why run so fast ?

        stop, enjoy this heaven.

 

Beyond your banks are hidden,

       fields of yellow and green.

Hollyhocks, primrose, poppies,

        encompassed by your streams.

 

Shady nooks to rest awhile,

       to gaze upon this land.

Of gorgeous Gloucester County,

      the life-blood of my hand.

 

Bonny people gladly chat,

      to pass the time of day.

Telling of the cheerful things,

      they saw along the way.

 

“I’s been up the village green,

     ‘tis peaceful there, you know.

Bin t’ feed the goslings bread.

       I loves t’ watch ‘em grow.”

 

I bade farewell, homeward bound,

       refreshed, content and calm,

Passing scenic cottages,

     bedecked with floral charm.