The following poem is written by an anonymous soldier from Olinda who went under the pen name ‘Aussie’, it was sent to The Lilydale Express to be published –

A NAMELESS GRAVE

Upon the march, ‘neath skies of gray,
In France a grave once met my eyes,
With wooden cross and words to say,
‘Here an unknown Australian lies’.

A battlefield there was hard by,
That name had bruited everywhere,
From which the Hun was forced to fly;
But not unknown the valor there.

Though nameless here within his grave,
I said, for sure a type of all,
The young, the resolute, the brave,
Who fell lest Freedom’s self should fall.

Though nameless here, everywhere thy name,
Is whispered still in accents dear;
Upon the head that is to blame,
A cure alight for every tear.

And yet as plain as words could say,
Thy tale is written for the wise,
As though in stone or storyed say,
Here an unknown Australian lies.