Was looking through my Laurel and Gold poetry book the other day and I came across this delightful little poem. I was born in Australia but some of my ancestors were English and, of course, Phil was born in England so I felt it quite appropriate that I share it with others.
LETTY'S GLOBE by Charles Tennyson Turner
And her young, artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a coloured sphere
Of the wide earth that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline all its seas and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peeped
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leaped,
And laughed, and prattled in her world-wide bliss;
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry,
"Oh! yes, I see it; Letty's home is there!"
And, while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.