A Road to Passchendale

Torrential cross rain
Driving stakes of ice through
Winter coats and shirts alike
Feet beat ground from mud to mire
And Devils shriek, then heave in strike.
As brothers huddle from midnight fire
Only dawn may rise anew
In a promise for new aims

 Torrential cross rain
Driving stakes of ice through
Winter coats and shirts alike
Feet beat ground from mud to mire
And Devils shriek, then heave in strike.
As brothers huddle from midnight fire
Only dawn may rise anew
In a promise for new aims

The End

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