Arlington National Cemetery
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You've been here a while,
yet you do not recall,
the wind being always there.
Today you now truly see
what you've been missing,
while you were regressing.
You wonder why and think.
The hills and fields roll with blades of green;
Dotted, by white marble stones standing in silence;
Glistening in midnight dew.
Under the stars there will be,
A congregation of the sorrowful, strong, and few.
A large flat platform,
With stairs at its side.
Hundreds of people watch,
The lone protector.
Silence, not eerie, only
Full of respect,
Emanates in the people,
For here lie the dead.
