They fell
Like
ripened corn
Cut
with scythe’s stroke
In
seasoned hands
They
fell
Like
cherry blossom
Set
free
By
an April breeze
They
fell
Like
skittles toppled
By
a wooden ball
Skillfully
played
They
fell
Like
mighty English oak
Cut
in thousands
To
build the mighty fleet
They
fell
Proudly
and unwavering
Before
their enemy
Uncompromising
in their duty
They
fell
Like
the valiant
Cut
down before their time
A
generation forever lost
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