As When the Great War started he was in line
To be a six bob a day tourist he was inclined
So he joined up and went home to his love
And when she heard it she prayed to God above
His first stop was to Morphettville Racecourse for training done
With other young men it was adventure and fun
The next stop was to Albany whilst the convoy gathered
Then to Egypt for further training for the war that mattered
He was at Anzac Cove on that terrible April day
And he managed to survived whilst otherswere taken away
Until finally they retreated from that Fatal Shore
Leaving mates there forever in death's grasp evermore
They went back to Egypt to expand the Corps
Then onto France to the Western Front war
He survived this industrial slaughter
With many falling through the years lost to history's mortar
But his luck did not hold near the end of the war
He was killed in the Advance to Victory in the final score
And he was laid in the Tyne Cot Military Cemetery made
Joining the Glorious Dead so their memory did not fade
She was living with her parents during these broken years
And received a visit from the pastor in the death message tears
So she struggled on and never re-married saying to her family
That she knew and loved the best in her soldier's homily
A long life was hers always tinged with great sorrow
And after fifty years she died no regrets for the morrow
But she had one more task to complete on this earth
And so she would travel for a meeting for love's worth
At Tyne Cot a gardener was working on the scared ground
And she stood on her shovel after planting flowers around
In the row two from her she noticed a misty cloud gather
And the old lady appeared out of this misty cloud lather
This lady stood looking at the white grave stone
And out of this mist from the grave with a groan
A young Australian soldier stood in front of her
Gradually the old lady transformed to her young self without flaw
So the young couple embraced and gently kissed
And the years melted away from the time that they missed
Then arm in arm they walked away into the mist
And the gardener was left to ponder what it meant in the gist
She went up to the grave and read the inscription written oration
Lance Corporal Norman Stone of the 10th AIF battalion
Killed in Action on 22 October 1918 a hero to be seen
The writing stated, 'I will meet you my darling again in our love's dream.'
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a very informative piece and heartily expressed lines