Beatrice Boyle Poet Rhyme

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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John Smith August 13, 2011 at 8:03 AM Lovely emotional omage to our fallen. Beatrice Boyle August 13, 2011 at 11:49 AM Thank you John...it is such a peaceful oasis amid the madness of washington! Thanks for stopping by. Bea

Jancarl Campi August 13, 2011 at 5:31 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 August 13, 2011 at 11:53 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