Colin F. Jones


What can this simple poet do for you,
a nation great where I don’t even live,
A land of freedom distanced from my view,
for all I have are words of love to give.
I have never seen the vast wide plains so green,
the mountain ranges capped with frozen snow,
So many places there I have not seen,
the wild deep valleys where the rivers flow.
The monuments to soldiers killed in war,
the proud processions when the flags do fly,
the people gathered where the towers were,
the wall of spirits where your heroes lie.
I can but say from this a quiet place
That God has blessed your nation with his grace.