PASSCHENDAELE

Tree stump glistens like its wet
Tree stump glistens but its red
Tree stump glistens where soldier bled
Early in the morning

Water shimmers in the heat
A heavy pack meant his defeat
No solid ground beneath his feet
Mud and doom was yawning

Branches stick up from the ground
Darkened twigs before a mound
A hand thrust up as soldier drowned
Just as day was dawning

Yellow stinking, sinking mud
Ground thats covered with soldiers blood
And at home as flowers bud
Another widow mourning