Passchendaele
100 years ago at Passchendaele this day,
Young men prayed their fear would go away.
They waited, knee deep in mud, in trenches,
For the whistle to sound amid their defences.
They prayed for courage that very night,
The very next day they faced Germany's might.
The Third Battle of Ypres was about to start,
Another bloody conflict to save Europe's, heart.
Men screamed and died in fields of mud,
Turned into a quagmire of their comrade's blood.
Wave after wave they came, the enemy engaged.
For more than three months the battle raged,
A whole generation died in that accursed field,
Before the enemy began to weaken and yield.
So many young men from home and abroad,
At Passchendaele died to break the enemies sword.
War is an evil, something we must all bewail.
To depose the tyrants for Peace to prevail
Passchendaele 31 July 1917- Nov 10, 1917
Lest we forget.
© Dave Timperley 30 July 2017
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2017
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