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This Poem was written by George Smith of Hull during WW2 and submitted by his daughter, Janet Leake.

'England', our island,
Our most precious home,
Thy towering head portrays thee well,
So noble in they form,
A rock set in it's beauty,
Midst a shining sea of gold,
They sons are are clad in armour,
Thy spirit ne'er is old.

Open thou thy beautiful gates,
Their whiteness to thy kin,
Who sailed from thy replendant shores,
To conquer worldly sin,
Sons of thine own flesh and blood,
Blossomed in their youth,
To venture to a pitted world,
So strange and so uncouth.

Let them enter then thy gates
To a free and happy land,
Rejoicing in thy beauty,
Therein from nature's hand,
Discarded arms, thy peace and love,
to view thy fields and flowers,
That distant isle 'Our England'
The land so proudly ours.

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