Searching, I worried somehow he was lost to me, That in this place, there may be nothing of him. But there; the name, his rank, a number, The regimental badge, that awful date, A simple plaque, a wooden stake, Beside a sapling.   It was a smaller grove, a little...

I have lived and worked overseas for many years, mainly in Cambodia, and am back briefly in Australia.   One of my current trades is poetry and I composed two pieces relative to the Memorial Walk a few years ago.   One More Plaque   Late sunlight...