ARLINGTON'S SACRED GROUND
In Arlington, Grandfather rests
Grandmother by his side
Rows and rows of crosses
Guard the veteran and his bride.
He died long before she did.
She would have 20 years to go
before she joined the husband
she had married long ago.
He had fought somewhere in France
He had fought somewhere in France
In what became the first World War;
never dreaming when he slept
that time would bring even more.
never dreaming when he slept
that time would bring even more.
His daughter married a soldier
who then became my dad
He fought in the Second War
the World had ever had.
I loved and married an airman
I loved and married an airman
the father of my son;
but the Airman went to Vietnam
and left me all alone.
My son then joined the Army,
and two nephews and a niece
My son then joined the Army,
and two nephews and a niece
Have followed in their footsteps-
standing guard for Peace
Our family is serving, and
has served the World around ~
You can be sure we understand
standing guard for Peace
Our family is serving, and
has served the World around ~
You can be sure we understand
what is meant by Sacred Ground.
©Copyright November 1997 by Christina
Updated 11/05
For
Henry A. Moore, Robert H. Phillips, Sr., Michael T. Ream,
Dustin H. Haskell, Jesse J. Haskell, Shannon M. Haskell
How We Recall
How we recall that day we swore
To serve our country to the core
That clothing issued brought a view
Of raw recruits, this showed so true
Remembered hair was cut away
This look for quite awhile would stay
Our trek before too long did show
New GI's marching, row by row
And then one day emerged a form
Each proud trained troop in uniform
We followed orders as we should
To do our best, in pride we would
Some served in peace, some went to war
Brave heroes passed through Heaven's door
We cherished friends who served with us
Great buddies all, how we'd discuss
So many thoughts will never wane
For what we shared, let closeness reign
Our bond was tight, the best to see
For when we served, this had to be
The purpose was to keep you free
God Bless the brave, deservedly
©2004 Roger J. Robicheau
