Passchendaele's a rural Belgian village <br />It's in West Flanders province, Famous, once… <br />In 1917 the place was flattened <br />Today you'd never know. Here, poppies dance <br /> <br /> <br />It's famous for its pale ale beer and cheeses <br />Its lazy wind farms turning in the fields <br />The ripening maize, the hops, the firm potatoes <br />Its vines, its mules, its flax…no hidden weals <br /> <br />From battle sores. There's roses and bird houses <br />Hydrangeas, cypress trees, a family cat <br />There's terracotta tiles on every rooftop <br />And underground…well, never mind all that.<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passchendaele-2014/
