Guarding Heaven's Gate
White markers salute, forever at
Attention, waiting for their flags
And flowers, visitors, and friends,
Watching over those who sleep,
The few, the proud, the souls
Who guard Heaven’s Gate.
Every May they all get dressed
With red, white, and blue and
A salute from those who follow.
Every November their birthday is
Celebrated by past, present
And future, a brotherhood known
By no other, a family created
Through a gauntlet, never to let
Each other down.
Shined boots salute as another
Comes to rest amongst a sea
Of white. A bugler’s call, a
Single tear, a silent goodbye.
Another guards Heaven’s Gate.
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