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
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Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011
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