Arlington National Cemetery
ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY
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.
Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016
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