Having taken Mrs Tombs to her Great Uncles grave today to put a RBL cross on his grave http://www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=406352 I thought I would treat you all to a poem found in his notebook after he died. Uncle Harry was a CSM in the Wiltshire Regiment who was a regular before the Great War; he caught a "Blighty" one and was transferred to the UK mainland where he died months later due to Gangrene. I have never been a poetry fan apart from Kipling whom I have worshiped since discovering him rather late in life, however I didn't think Uncle Harrys efforts were that bad. When I think of you, the shadow That surround the lonely day Seem to fold their wings of darkness And in the silence pass away. All the hours are filled with music Like the echo of your voice The remembrance that you love me Makes this heart of mine rejoice. I am proud that I have found you I am glad to know you true Sorrow dies and sadness passes When I think of you When I think of you, my spirit And my heart unite in prayer For I thank the fate that sent you To make life to me more fair. There is hope where once was longing There is rest where once was strife Something greater, deeper, nobler In the daily toil of life For the knowledge that you love me Dwells in every thing I do Though apart we are not parted When I think of you. Poem taken from CSM Harry Musselwhiteâs notebook circa 1916.