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