GOT a poem you would like to share with Army&You‘s readers? Send it, preferably along with a photograph, to email@example.com and we’ll feature it in Well-versed. This effort comes from Teresa Harrison-Best.
To remember is to honour
There was a modest man, who died for us,
his name was never known.
He lays within a grave afar,
a simple cross of stone.
He had no thoughts of politics
just a passion to serve well.
Surrounded by a poppy field
to remind us where he fell.
Fresh of face and young of heart,
a lifetime to explore.
Instead he met the hand of fate
a casualty of war.
As time drifts on our memory fades
but still his grave remains.
The wind may howl and the snow may fall
across the eerie plains.
So wear your poppy with self–respect,
show dignity and pride.
The unknown man may rest in peace
as you hold him dear inside.