TAPS

White stone

white stone as far as i could see,

over the hills and dipping into the valleys,

TAPS played as a soldier's funeral commensed,

i saw between the headstones,

grass and beautiful sky,

i wonder if the soldier ever saw blue sky while in battle.

a uniformed soldier gaurds the bodies and souls of soldiers with no names.

all the graveysrd was quiet,

every hundred mile,

except for TAPS,

gently laying a soldier to rest.

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Arlington Cemetery

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