Show BOYS and GIRLS in the service LIVING FOK FOIL ALL OUR BOYS in memory of me you erect A dreary stone that would reflect no thought of joy or living thing or hope for which the whole world sings I 1 ask that you go plant a tree to plant a shadow cool for me A tree to bless the weary earth or any monument of vital worth in n hunting memory on marble cold I 1 want no story of my valor told forlorn and desolate they stand fa for r years despair they bring and lonely tears instead I 1 beg you plan a place A playground whore where children race A little lake a bathing beach A happy place in easy reach for all the boys on sea or land for nil all the fliers who victory planned from the spirit world we unite our pleas for playgrounds pools and glorious trees no futile piles of stone to mar the landscape view both near and far dead monuments are but idle toys give living things for our noble boys contributed |