Dreamland Boat

Crimson battle fields
The poppy may be found
Home to that of many kills
A home of that dead world

As their body lays scattered
Their families weep
As your sky cries, as its rain patters
For those whom they wished, to keep

Honour is given
To those whom died for their cause
Awarded with the ribbons
And to honour them, we give them small, simple pause

With that simple pause
They remeber those
Whom fought for our cause
Before that trumpent blows

In that simple pause
Thine poppies float
Closing so many of their doors
Whilst, they float, down the river, in that Dreamland Boat

The End

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