On cold sunny autumn day in the French countryside
We walked up to the Adelaide Cemetery on the road side
It was one of the Western Front cemeteries from the Great War
From where the Unknown Warrior that was taken back to our shore
We walked through the white grave stones neatly in rows made
And there seemed no glory in their sacrifice as the years fade
Some with names were inscribed but others were only written
With 'An Australian Soldier of the Great War' so sadly smitten
On one inscription the family had written for their lost one
'A life lost hearts broken what for - nothing he was our son'
Near the back of the cemetery we came across a grave
That had an inscription making it different from others saved
It stated the soldier had been taken back to Australia
And he was now lying in the War Memorial in Canberra
I wonder if this fallen Australian son so dear to us all
Now spends his time between here with mates and home in his call
© Paul Warren Poetry
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