Work in progress tbh lads.
Tried to keep it pretty anglo-saxon pure, apologize for the lack of structure. Feedback would be appreciated.
The Oak Rose
Here, be where the english rose
We awoke and rose
In the land of Oak and rose
This old land that woden knows
This good land the saxon chose-
For we awoke and rose
To the sound of iambic prose
Deep delved earth beneath my toes
Bore the men with yew long bows
And hope is lost, some suppose
But heed what deep roots remember
And the older mind knows-
"We're as old as oak
and we may wither seasonally
But the rose has nettles too
and we won't give up so easily"
Here, beware the English rose.