09-11-2018, 06:07 PM
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To: Richard Chapman
From: Lieutenant Commander Ian Graham
Location: Planet Cambridge
Hello there
I hope this message finds its way, I used the adress of that communication you sent once. Anyways, I've been trying myself on poetry as well after the last times we met, maybe you're interested in the results?
If not this is the time to skip.
I see you carried on, now lets get to the point.
Spring on Cambridge, lush are the trees,
blooming the flowers, busy the bees.
Under the clouds,
on the wide fields, the green plains,
a man lies in sorrow, lies in pain,
his lament be loud.
My brothers were sent,
to fight for Queen and country,
their life and blood spent,
on the field, gallantly.
The roses will bloom,
on their early graves,
reminders of doom,
in all their grace.
I am left to remember their sacrifice,
to let you all know of the terrible price,
we still have to pay,
for Bretonias decay.
blooming the flowers, busy the bees.
Under the clouds,
on the wide fields, the green plains,
a man lies in sorrow, lies in pain,
his lament be loud.
My brothers were sent,
to fight for Queen and country,
their life and blood spent,
on the field, gallantly.
The roses will bloom,
on their early graves,
reminders of doom,
in all their grace.
I am left to remember their sacrifice,
to let you all know of the terrible price,
we still have to pay,
for Bretonias decay.
I know its not quite a happy one but maybe you'll be able to enjoy it nonetheless, if not have this.
Gallics are blue, Gaians are green,
Bretonia rules the waves,
long live the Queen!
Bretonia rules the waves,
long live the Queen!
Ian Graham