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Author Name: PremiumRawice 2 Comments
Date Added: December 27, 2005 16:12:27 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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England Lost

My family left Liverpool England in February of Fifty Two

King George died while we were sailing over that sea of blue

I was young and did not understand all the black shrouds at sea

The ship was silent except for the serving of some English tea

Our immigrating to this new world was ominous at best

I wondered what would happen to me as we headed west

I only knew that a great adventure was at its very core

Home sickness and sadness prevailed behind each cabin door

Black shrouds of velvet hung aboard our ships White Star

White hankies fluttered as a shadow overcame our land afar

I held the rail with frozen hands as I searched for America’s eastern edge

Where I was told I would be happy and prosperity was its very pledge

That first year my family struggled to find a place to settle

They questioned the decision of immigrating as it tested their metal

And many nights I heard my parents talk about feeling sad

But as opportunity beckoned they knew it was not all bad

We found a spot as we wandered over this vast new land

And when I got older I moved and settled on Florida’s sand

Where I built and settled in to make it my eternal home

With my family as support they were as close as the phone

As I reflect on the passing years and think of the past

My England was lost as they flew a flag for the King at half mast

I now embrace a much greater flag with white stars and red stripes

But there will always be an echo of some distant Scottish pipes

For I cannot change from whence I came

Yet to me my England will never be the same

Time and an ocean have robbed me of its glory

So now I can put to rest my English story.







Author's Notes:
I have allways wanted to write about our immigration to North America. The most profetic moment in my memory was standing on the bow of that ocean liner and wondering what was going to happen to us. Today while driving home I saw a flag at half mast and knew what I was to write
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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on December 15, 2007 11:12:01 PM Report
My goodness how did I miss this...great story my friend....I haven;t heard from you in a long time..
" Happy Birthday "

 Hugs ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on December 27, 2005 05:49:40 PM Report
Very nice Royce, i love your open hearted writing and your spirit. You seem like an advertising and witty and full of life.



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