I came, I saw, a country green,
with buildings old that must be seen.
With flowers and gardens unsurpassed,
And ancient relics from the past.
I came, I saw, a beautiful place,
nature's gift to the human race.
Fields of colour and birds that sing,
gardens fit for a gracious King.
I came, I saw, forts of old,
battlefields where knights were bold.
Where fights were fought and fights were won,
and many men died to win freedom.
I came, I saw, ancient bones,
Roman pots, and Saxon stones.
Great works by masters new and old,
fine work and treasures to behold.
I came, I saw, the home of steam,
great iron horses in the sun did gleam.
Mighty steam trains fuelled by fire,
the backbone of a great empire.
I came, I saw, a farmer's yard,
with men on tractors working hard.
I saw the cattle, sheep and goats,
while lambs frolicked in their woolly coats.
I came, I saw, a potter's wheel,
and asked that his craft he would reveal.
A piece of god 's earth he did transform,
into a beautiful object, magic and warm.
I came, I saw, a windy hill,
where there upon sat an old windmill.
The miller alas, has long since gone,
but the tools of his trade grind on and on.
I came, I saw, a peaceful site,
in the grounds of a village church at night.
I saw grand cathedrals, spires and towers,
and felt the majesty of their holy powers.
I came, I saw, a cherished land,
where god and man walk hand in hand.
Where the past and the present tell a tale,
and peace and tolerance doth prevail.
Ó Graham Noel 2000