The morning breaks in quite gold,
And poppies stir where stories hold,
The air is soft, the world is still,
Yet echoes whisper upon the hills.

We stand where silence threads the sky,
For those who marched and did not cry.
For those who flew, for those who fought,
For dreams of peace the world once sought.

Their names are carved, their courage stays,
Through fields and years and solemn days,
A moments pause, a bowed head low,
To honour all we’ll never know.

Though time may fade, the drum and gun,
The memory lives in everyone,
We promise peace – their duty done.