TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

H. W. Bryce

Unknown, the soldier lies inside his tomb,

Remembered specially, one day a year,

Encased in local granite there beneath

The monument to his fellow dead,

Warriors who fought defending freedom

For us at home, to keep the faith with them.

There he lies, alone, symbolizing faith

In human strength to stand for what is Right–

And the belief that Good will conquer Bad–

Alone with all his thoughts, his life unfulfilled,

Still dreaming dreams he had, still young, still young,

Dispatched forever, a sweet unfinished song.

Once a year the people come, they do remember him,

A carpet red of poppies spread upon his ever bed.

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