Tomorrow, when the silence comes
In shadow and sunshine
to sit thickly on young shoulders
We will remember them.
The Johnnies and Yemats
The Harries and the others
Who came for adventure and
Stayed to claim their lives.
Tomorrow when the silence comes
We will breathe as one,
As our fathers, sons and great greats
Gently stand beside us in life.
The crowd will cough a little
And shuffle as memories settle
In bright sun. Heads bowed
We will remember them,
When the silence comes tomorrow.