all laid down with the lined stones
the felled remains of soldiers bones

row upon row upon row upon row
straight aligned see away they go

to top of the hill and far beyond
on holidays with small flags donned

all the young men now gone to earth
futures thrown to seed new birth

the tended lawns so well kept now
wives and mothers do they disavow

breezes blow through all the year
whisper the names of those held dear

to want and wonder whatever for
their lives sacrificed in time of war

we remember them with proud dismay
on this another memorial day

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