In Arlington white roses grow And headstones mark them, row on row, The honored dead; and in the sky The Mourning Doves, in silence fly To grieve the known who lie below. We are the Dead, the ones you know We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Arlington. While in the Tomb in marble glow: Rests the Unknown, French soil below In Honored Glory there he lie. To not break faith with those that die Our roses bloom as falling snow In Arlington.
by Bob Martin
For the Centennial of the Unknown Soldier 2021
President, The American Rose Society 2018-2021
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