Return to England

Was looking through some papers today, looking for something else, and I came across this poem I was given a few years ago. Funnily enough, I was just thinking about this the other day with the "Return Home" theme from CW class.

Return to England
by Margaret Wilkinson Scott

You'll find it all changed they told me.
The once narrow roads are wide
And long rows of houses are standing
In the once-green countryside.

Yet I came back again to England,
And here on a Suffolk wold,
I found the peace of centuries
That cannot be bought with gold.

Cow parsley and poppies still bloom here
At the side if a winding land,
And the breeze blows hawthorn blossom
Over the fields of grain.

In a church where Saxons worshipped
Hundreds of years before,
I knelt to pray, and found the balm
My heart had been searching for.

I care for the wide land yonder
Where my life seems destined to be,
But England, only England,
Can hold the heart of me.