My Heart is Bursting With England

My heart is bursting with England
And full to every pore
Of love for daily trivia
That I once would merely ignore.

I have travelled far in wonder,
I have feasted on foreign delights;
My senses drenched in novelties
From rural sun to city lights.

I’ve found joy in every moment,
Treasure each new friend I’ve met
But learned home is where the heart is;
The sweetest place I’ve travelled to yet.

My feet, they won’t stop itching
And ache for fields not trodden before
But I know that after all they will
Come gladly marching to my own front door

For my heart is bursting with England
And though travel keeps me free
I would not unpick the threads of her
That are woven deep through me.