I'm not much of a poetry reader myself, but a dear friend and veteran at the wbg forum wrote some moving pieces here:
Quietly! Quietly! Whisper my Name.
So many long years ago I died, under Norman apple trees.
But now my Spirit wanders, as a warm and gentle breeze.
Hush! Quietly, Whisper my name, in that long forgotten place.
Then feel the warmth of my Spirit, caress lightly on your face.
For now, I am the jeweled Summer Lark, that soars on high.
Bright in heavens concert hall, my song will fill the sky.
I am the tumbling cloud’s that rise, to touch the face of Joy.
No longer held by earthly bonds, a once young and vital boy.
In an instant life was swept away, in a brutal savage war.
Look not for me in Normandy, for I am there no more.
I am the peace in woodland glades, in veiled cascades of green.
Feel me close, in your times of joy, sensed, but never seen.
Whisper my name, and hear my voice, in cascading woodland spring,
Or England's flowered primrose banks, wherein the bluebells ring.
Don’t mourn for me, just quietly call my name, I'll visit in your dreams.
And, fill your mind with the beauty, of heavens joyous scenes.
Hush! Hush! Just whisper, quietly, call my name.
For I have sensed Gods golden light, that swept away all fear.
And heard the promise, yet unfulfilled, of heavens golden sphere.
Still closer now comes the time, when my spirit will be called.
Into the realm of the golden light, with eternal joy enthralled.
Don’t mourn for me, for I am now, far beyond your call.
Have no fear of death, the Golden light is sacred for us all.
I have seen the joy and ecstasy, the exquisite light will bring.
A moment of ecstatic peace and joy, when first you enter in.
The powerful light at last has called, for now! I cannot wait.
To Live for all eternity, in heavens Golden light estate.
Brian Guy.
February 1st 2001.