Beautiful England, covered in hills,
Serene nooks and crannies. Farms and windmills,
Glorious coastlines, smothered in sand,
Valiant cliffs stand proud and so grand.
Quaint little towns with high, pointed churches,
Castles and cottages, long pathways lined with birches,
Ancient forests with foxes and deer,
I really hope to explore more this year.
This poem was meant to reflect how lucky I feel to live in such a beautiful country.