The Ieper Bugles Poem by Paul Warren

Two lonely bugles play
As they have done on other days
Echoing around the Menin Gate
32000 times since those days of hate

Ieper on the Western Front
Fed the troops into the Great War brunt
But there are only names on walls
All who answered their countries call

And the lonely bugles still play
At the end of every day
As ghostly soldiers march through the gate
Their names on the walls we contemplate.

© Paul Warren Poetry