A Poet's Guide To Britain

A legacy of untold wealth Adorns the British Isles, As if a tonic to one's health, Beyond a million smiles... From far and wide, the tourists fly To roam Earth's tapestry And yet no man need ask them why, The truth is here to see... Behold the cameras clicking still, Landscapes, seascapes and more, While love exists, they always will, From shore-to-shore-to-shore... Each capital attracts the crowds, Each airport bids them near, For cameras act as talent scouts, As wondrous sights appear... How many poets daily write Of precious places seen? God's handiwork creates delight That keeps the tourists keen... Thus England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales Are loved with thankful hearts, With loyalty that never fails, As praise to God departs... Each English rose that grows transforms, Like perfumes young and old, Our weather either chills or warms, Depending what takes hold... Yet through it all, what scenery! What treasures will each find? Yet best of all, for you and me, Our memories that remind... Take stock of all the journeys made By bus, car, coach or train, Those joyful times must never fade, They'll never come again... They'll be replaced by journeys new, North, south, east, west to roam... Each poet with a point of view, Reflected in a poem...