Arlington National Cemetery

ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY by Robert E. Welch, Sr. May 18, 2016 The Honor Guard goes slowly by As another’s laid to rest. The bugle’s call hangs in the sky Farewell to America’s best. Look upon this solemn sight Beneath the clear blue sky. Markers of the purest white, In silent rows they lie. A gentle breeze goes drifting by, Cause flags to wave anew. And as the warming sun grows high, It dries the morning dew. The stillness falls upon the ear With reverence sad and deep. We walk among them, far and near, Those in eternal sleep. The changing of the guard goes on, In weather foul and fair. To honor those that are unknown And respect those lying there.