England bellows, a fierce mother
Children scattered, like Israel
Beckoning the brood home
Under the deep shadow of her wings.
Descendants peer o'er downs and grooms,
Searching for forgotten tombs.
The barely exposed Roman road,
Tears of a soldier, far from home.
Or the Flapping chorus, on stirring a tree,
Finches, Warblers, the cry of feigned peace.
The spire rose, hind their heads held so high,
They thought it was war, but could not decide.