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At Home In Arlington

Beneath the rows of crosses In Arlington’s hallowed ground And under little white stones Lie heroes safe and sound As far as the eye can see Amid the towering trees Tiny flags fly proudly Swaying softly in the breeze Even when storm clouds gather The sound of taps rings true With a twenty one gun salute To bid a final adieu Many famous warriors Whose exploits we have read Lie side by side with heroes Unknown among the dead The crosses guard you well The spirit of God is all around Sleep well my dearest brother At peace in this sacred ground Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved)

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John Smith

Date: 8/13/2011 8:03:00 AM

Lovely emotional omage to our fallen.

Beatrice Boyle
Date: 8/13/2011 11:49:00 AM

Thank you John...it is such a peaceful oasis amid the madness of washington! Thanks for stopping by. Bea

Jancarl Campi

Date: 8/13/2011 5:31:00 AM

I have been to Arlington and cried many a tear for those who gave their life for us. This is a beautiful poem, Take care, JancarlC.

Beatrice Boyle
Date: 8/13/2011 11:53:00 AM

Thanks Jancrl...I too have cried many tears and wonder how many more of our loved ones will be sacrified in the years to come! God bless ALL our servicemen! Bea