The Red Campion

We are the campions, standing tall and straight.
We are the campions, lined up by verge and gate.
We are the campions, proud troop upon the view.
We are the campions, regimental through and through.

We are the campions, flowers of hottest pink.
We are the campions, come to make you think.
We are the campions, an army of the hedge.
We are the campions, urging you to pledge.

We are the campions, magenta blooms of beauty.
We are the campions, of service and of duty.
We are the campions, a legion to unite.
We are the campions, in purpose we delight.

We are the campions, with petals of cerise.
We are the campions, lapels without a crease.
We are the campions, a squad of florets shone.
We are the campions, root to stem as one.

We are the campions, with message to connect.
We are the campions, to settle an old debt.
We are the campions, a force of greater good.
We are the campions, to help you if we could. 

We are the campions, here throughout the seasons.
We are the campions, around for all right reasons.
We are the campions, a battalion of your trust.
We are the campions, belief in us a must.

By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 

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