When I was laid in field of clay <br />No flowers above my head did lay <br />Nor marble headstone placed with care <br />With words of love chiselled there <br />Kind words of sorrow were not spoken in pain <br />Tears of regret did not silken handkerchief stain <br />No volley of rifles to the sky <br />No last Post lullaby<br /><br />Stephen Morrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unknown-soldier-2/
