Where am I from
With my cold blue eyes?
My piercing gaze
From ice cold skies.
Hair like wheat
Straight and fair,
Flecks of frost now
An Angle laid bare.
Purity of lineage
The mists of time span,
The bloodline congealed
For this Englishman.
Pope Gregory once said
"Non Angli sed Angeli"
I can't ever imagine
He was talking about me.
I'm no angel, I'm Angle
With Saxon deep within,
English blood surges
Inside muscle, under skin.
Trojan warriors sailed
To this wild, untamed place,
They named my island "Albion"
Land of giants, a savage race.
Sculptured and honed
Over centuries to be this way,
A giant and savage Englishman
That's who I am today.
Phil Hall December 2014
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