ROAD TO CHICHESTER
Take the road to ChichesterThrough England's greenest greenSmooth hills like breasts upheavingA sight that must be seen
This England is my England
So full of glories past
Sailors viewed this landscape
To sail before the mast
Hot fields of golden stubble
Cool trees of deepest green
Black rooks that strut the roadside
To peck for grubs and preen
Yes, this England is my England
And yours I'm hoping too
So keep this land as always
A place for me and you
Michael Rowson