Remembering The Men Of Passchendaele Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

Their names are carved on the Menin Gate
Proudly written there - they have no grave
This is the final record of their fate
Remembrance of the loss of men so brave
They'd fought and died together and lie deep
Their broken bodies sucked beneath the mud
Lying now in peaceful, endless sleep
The passing years have washed away their blood.

Old men that still remember shake their heads,
Sighing for the waste they witnessed here,
Their friends lie in their cold, unwelcome beds,
Lost forever to those that gather near.
No ceremony can replace their pride,
they stand together holding back a tear
Honouring their comrades every year
They join the families, standing side by side.