Generations of patriots of Americans-
Have sacrificed their lives in the sake of freedom;
For the country they love and beliefs held dear,
Manicured laws mark the crisp white headstones.
Chiseled stone holds the names of the fallen
While Old Glory waves her final salute in perpetuity
We are the unforgotten, the heroes, the brave-
Each headstone tells the tale of death at enemy's hands;
Stars and Stripes blow in cadence with the wind,
Honoring the memory of the ultimate sacrifice.
Playing of Taps is a fabric of this hallowed ground-
Souls of each war this great country has fought;
Soldiers find rest here in this most serene and eternal field of rest,
I still hear the whispers of Taps playing in the wind.
Robin, a beautifully written tribute to our fallen heroes. I have been to Arlington myself and your words describe it so that I can picture it in my mind. Thank you for this. LynnStillman
I love this poem. It made me think of my grandparents Who both went to WWII They are both resting in peace... My favorite is the last line...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robin, a beautifully written tribute to our fallen heroes. I have been to Arlington myself and your words describe it so that I can picture it in my mind. Thank you for this. LynnStillman