ARLINGTON
Rising sun colors the chill sky and warms the face
Crosses in rows emerge as the day begins to dawn
White markers to show the many graves in this place
Illuminate the people left here far behind to carry on.
It is so peaceful with lush grass and green leaved trees
It doesn’t seem like a place to mourn our honored dead
All those veterans and heroes who died here and overseas
Those who died in war and those ones who died in bed.
Little flags that flutter in the gentle early morning wind
One for each of the markers, each veteran who served
The only decoration for these graves to be so trimmed
And with medals left by friends who felt them deserved.
Little boys and girls who hold on to their mommy’s hand
As she dabs at her sad eyes standing by her hero’s grave
Hopes her children will learn a lesson and maybe understand
That this is all the father they’ll ever have and to be brave.
See the young soldier standing by that particular cross there
He’s telling his father that he’ll be gone for a long while
And like his dad, he’s going to serve his country somewhere
He salutes and gives that cross his father’s crooked smile.
Not every grave is visited for some were the end of the line
No relatives are left to care and visit on a bright Sunday
But the men in those graves would tell you that is just fine
Sunday afternoons are for children to go outside and play.
Soon they will play Taps and the flag will be brought in
The lights are few and are not meant to disturb all asleep
For all these honored soldiers will not ever wake up again
They have all gone to God and He has their soul to keep.
© Spider ‘09
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