Thought it was time to repost this. "In the quiet of evening , As the sun is sinking to rest, I stand in this little old graveyard, with kind thoughts and goodly, Lest, Those of my unseen ancestors, Who lie in this hallowed spot, Should think that their children's children, Have forgotten them-they have not. Drawn to these very tombstones, To quietly tarry anon, And honour my silent forefathers, For the fight that they fought and won." Jack Higgins. Annie billannieliam@ozemail.com.au