What Remains

 

Cigarettes, navy rum and some smoked a pipe

young ready and eager for the coming fight

Volunteered for their country only to find a grave

yet in their heroism they did their nation save

 

Now long forgotten they lie six feet below

their sacrifice freely given and this we know

How our hearts break and tears run dry

as we look heaven ward and ask why

 

Some are still missing woven into the soil

but the outline of their trenches speak of their toil

Dog tags, bones and fragments are found

poor souls as not one was homeward bound