By Steve Allen. Aldinga, SA
Where I lay, my body stuck
on this sodden ground,
only my spirit can now move.
My first battle was my last.
I hardly drew a warrior’s breath
through youthful lungs.
The fierce roars of passionate men
now lay in utter silence.
I hear them not.
Wind picks up my soft hair
as if I still had life.
I am thankful I hear no groans,
I feel no pain.
If I am found before my body is decayed,
I would be grateful for that,
so, bury me deep in love.
It is said I am brave, a hero,
I really had no choice.
I think I would rather be alive.
Lest we forget.
