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A Road to Passchendale

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 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

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H.W.O.Weaver You're currently reading the poem A Road to Passchendale, which was posted on Dec 13, 2011 by H.W.O.Weaver.

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Driving stakes of ice through
Winter coats and shirts a..."

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