In Arlington’s hallowed ground, where silence reigns supreme,
Rest the souls of heroes past, in a solemn, timeless dream.
Rows upon rows of granite stones, stand in stoic grace,
But beneath them lie stories, of courage, love, and grace.

Each marker tells a tale, of a life once lived with pride,
Of battles fought and victories won, where bravery did reside.
But behind those cold, gray facades, beats a heart of gold,
A spirit strong, a sacrifice, in stories yet untold.

For they were more than soldiers, more than names upon a wall,
They were fathers, mothers, siblings, answering the nation’s call.
They left behind their loved ones, their homes, their hopes, their fears,
To defend the land they cherished, through the laughter and the tears.

So let us not forget them, as we walk these sacred grounds,
Let us honor their memory, with solemn, grateful sounds.
For Arlington is not just a place of marble and of stone,
But a sanctuary of heroes, where their legacies have grown.

May society remember, with every step we take,
That beneath these rows of markers, countless stories ache.
For in Arlington’s veterans’ cemetery, lies a nation’s heart and soul,
Where heroes rest in peace, their stories making us whole.