MOON OVER ARLINGTON

As silv'ry rays intrude on silent lanes
at Arlington, the stones define the cold
and endless rows of those who died in vain.

Here lie the bold -- in death with nothing gained,
a shrouded consequence of all we dold --
as silv'ry rays intrude on silent lanes.

Here lie the gentle ones -- those whom the strain
of war so quickly turned from young to old --
and endless rows of those who died in vain.

Here lie the ones who fled -- their souls in twain,
their nerves in knots, afraid and uncontrolled --
as silv'ry rays intrude on silent lanes.

Here lie the strong -- the ones who fought the pain
in silence, family values to uphold --
and endless rows of those who died in vain.

Eternally together lie the slain --
our sons and daughters, colorless and cold --
as silv'ry rays intrude on silent lanes
and endless rows of those who died in vain.

---Harvey Stanbrough, Pittsboro, IN