text: First World War Memorial Stone
  Poem inscription:
  I can't forget the lane that goes from Steyning to the Ring
  In summer time, and on the Downs how larks and linnets sing
  High in the sun. The wind comes off the sea, and Oh the air!
  I never knew till now that life in old days was so fair.
  But now I know it in this filthy rat infested ditch
  When every shell may spare or kill - and God alone knows which.
  And I am made a beast of prey, and this trench is my lair.
  My God! I never knew till now that those days were so fair.
  So we assault in half an hour, and, - it's a silly thing -
  I can't forget the narrow lane to Chanctonbury Ring