On hallowed ground I did walk, Among the lives that could not talk. All in a row they did lay, Paying the price for this day. As I strolled through the grounds, Feelings of pride could be found. Rows of white all in a line, The ultimate sacrifice for all time. Freedom etched upon the stones, The sound of blood that surely moans. For a nation we must preserve, The tribute that each deserves. Across the land they did come, Never fogetting where their from, With purpose, power, and might, One goal in mind throughout the fight. Some will say they died in vain, The force inflicted caused much pain, I for one do not agree, The loss of each is what keeps us free. Gratitude at times has dwindled and faltered, Forgotten sacrifices and history you've altered, Comrades in Arms I will not mock, On hallowed ground I did walk.
Reason for writing:
While visting Arlington National Cemetary in Washington DC
and walking through the stones of fallen Americans was awe inspiring. the sacrifices each one made not to mention their families was overwheling.
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