ARLINGTON
The little flags whipped by the winds, danced mutely to and fro
And no matter which way you look, on and on they go
The dried leaves made crunching sounds as I walked along
And the north wind assailed my ears with its mournful song.
How can it be that I don't know, where you're laid to rest
When I carry all your memories locked deep within my breast
I stumbled as I knelt before an aging alabaster stone
How could I have gone that day and left you here alone.
One by one, I read the names, my heart burning in my chest
And as I turned the corner, I found the one that I knew best
The one I'd born and loved and lost, the one I held so dear
And I cried your name out loud for all the world to hear.
Were all these young men born to die, I screamed into the wind
And will our obsession with waging wars never come to an end
Will other boys have to march away under a military command
And will they too be sent to die in a far off foreign land.
I touch your name and smooth the grass and stumble on my way
And as I turn the corner, I take one last look and then I turn to say
"Rest in Peace" my son, for I'll come back again, on your fateful day.
Martha Stevens-David
Martha Stevens-David Column Magic City
Email: lmdmsd@megalink.net
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