Weekly Photo Challenge – Solitary

Every now and then I spend a peaceful afternoon wandering in an old cemetery.  This monument spoke to me of the idea of “solitary”, as it commemorates someone who died less than a month before World War I ended, and was buried far from home.

The poem on the monument reads:

Our real son can never die.
‘Tis but his body that may lie
In foreign lands and we shall keep
Remembrance fond forever deep
Within our hearts of our true son
Because of triumphs that he won
And when his vacant place we see
Our hearts will sound with joy that he
Was ours so long – our fair young son
And cheer for him whose work is done.