Not knowing the people in Korea or not knowing Korea,
But they enlisted the army or landed the port in Korea.
In the Memorial Cemetery Park, on the pavement way,
There\'s a stream, named as Daunt Water Way
In honor of the name, James, Patrick Daunt
Late afternoon the sun is west sky and looks gaunt.
That time, He\'s a private and only seventeen years old
Too young to die, but the November at the northern wold…
He maybe the age of high school student,
3rd Battalion, the Royal Australian Regiment,
He died for freedom and life, the people in Korea,
Till now he\'s rested in this hallowed land in Korea.
Fancy carp are swimming at the cold, fall water,
As the sounding of steps at the way, following in water.
And they\'re opening the mouth to talk something \'It\'s freedom\',
Somewhere heard to my ears on the breeze, the \'Te Deum\'.
(18th, Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)