THE WATERY GRAVE OF THE UNKNOWN SAILOR

No cross marks the grave where now we lie,
What happened is known but to us.
You asked and we gave our lives to protect our land,
From the world’s greatest curse.
Your ships now proudly ride the sea,
‘Tis your tribute to our endeavor’.
We ask no day of the year to mourn us.
We ask you just to remember.
No Flanders Field where poppies blow,
No gleaming crosses row on row,
No unnamed tomb for all to see, and
Pause, and wonder who we might be.
‘Tis the grave of our choice,
Where now we lie.
And view ye mortals passing by,
Steaming busily on changing wave.
Go quietly now, you’re o’er our graves
Remember, remember those who rest in watery graves.