Rows Upon Rows

Slabs of white marble stand tall and proud
Like the men who once were but covered with a shroud
Day after day, the bugler's 24 notes reverberate
But the silence, so immense, also resonates

The black dress of a widow, a red rose touches her face
Brass buttons, black shoes, hold the Stars-and-Stripes in place
A small girl holds a picture to her heart
Crying, but knowing that Daddy did his part

Home of the free, land of the brave
People fight for the freedom we unknowingly crave
The fact that they silently struggle just shows
They are the public's unsung heroes

When they're gone, all we can do is mourn.
It means so much more,
say Thank You to the people in uniform.

Reviews

[Muhammad]

This is great stuff man. I like how you started it out with more of a mournful message, but ended patriotically. Keep it up dude.

[D. Pesek]

great poem, I love patriotic stuff. That's true, a thank you means alot more than mourning.