Note to recorder:
Slightly Slow and Poetic, preferable male voice with feeling.
Do not walk among our graves and mourn,
We are not there,
We rose at dawn,
We move amongst each summer breeze,
That brush the tufts of verdant trees,
We are in each poppy red,
Each blooming tree,
Then leaves that shed,
We are in each sunset gold,
That smothers the fields we once marched bold,
We are in each gentle shower,
like tears that tender each poppy flower,
Our pride and strife will echoes be,
Please keep us in your memory,
Do not walk among our graves and mourn,
we are not there,
we are reborn
I'm not the best poetry reader in the world, but it was a nice poem, so I thought I'd give it a shot.