Jim Livermore

Upon my arrival at this quiet spot

Where on a headstone I placed a wreath

Made up of red poppies and laurel leaves,

The headstone read for all to see,

Showing, carved in stone, the Army badge,

But here lies, with others, as noted,

An unidentified soldier, it shows a date,

Lying in a grave, in a foreign field,

Which is tenderly and lovingly cared for.

This British soldier, once with a name,

Perhaps a family or sweetheart and friends,

To be sorely missed from that day on,

Then forgotten by most, known only to GOD.

I see the graves of many such as he,

The effort I made to bring this wreath,

Made my journey to this far away place,

Satisfying and worthwhile, so rest in peace,

My SOLDIER BRAVE, I shall never forget.