Arlington
Spread out below the home of Custis-Lee
Its rolling hills of hallowed heroes flow
In dark times there’s no better place to be
As sunrise sets the ashen stones aglow
And whether at the flame or at the tomb
Of those of promise shrouded young with death
There echoes in my ears the cannon’s boom
Proclaiming blessed ones who’ve drawn last breath
The famous men and women there now sleep
Victorious, now needing quiet peace
And with their lowly siblings’ spirits weep
All hoping that the days of war will cease
I long to walk those sacred paths again
In Arlington abide the best of men
Copyright © Mark Elam | Year Posted 2018
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