They guard there, holding the line,
Frozen in memory and time,
Watching across the splintered land,
Together forever they will stand.
All faces marked with bitter years,
Streaked with both rain and tears,
Still waiting for that fateful shell,
As these young men guard the gates of hell.
Their names remembered for what they’ve done,
Remembered in the going down of the sun,
For giving the ultimate price,
Because of us they did sacrifice.
So join together and think of them,
Those that held the line in foreign fen,
And every day of every year,
Remember them and shed a tear.
16 Apr 11