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At Arlington National Cemetery Veterans Day Morning, 2002
Edwin Romond


Across the acres of Arlington National Cemetery
tomb stones white as virtue stand like soldiers

precise and straight in Novemberís sun. Silence
fills the somber air until one lone bugle sings

across thousands of graves a song of sorrow,
a nationís sacred hymn of gratitude,

as I put my arms around my five-year-old son
and hold him close to my heart.

© by Edwin Romond.
Used with the author's permission.

Edwin Romond  is a poet, playwright, and composer. Now retired, he taught English for more than 30 years in Wisconsin and New Jersey. Edwin's award-winning work has appeared in numerous literary journals, college text books, and anthologies, and has been featured on National Public Radio. His newest collection, Man at the Railing, from NYQ Books, recently won the Laura Boss Narrative Poetry Award. A native of Woodbridge, New Jersey, Edwin now lives in Wind Gap, Pennsylvania, with his wife. Learn more about him at




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Lori Levy:
Short, but powerful.
Posted 11/11/2022 11:48 AM
Darrell Arnold:
Thank you for this, Mr. Romond. God Bless you, and may God bless, preserve, and protect America, the last place in the world where true freedom still stands.
Posted 11/11/2022 10:07 AM
In eight lines, you turned war into a love poem.
Posted 11/11/2022 09:29 AM
Cathyís Sister:
Touching tribute to Americas heros!
Posted 11/11/2022 08:22 AM
Larry Schug:
I remember my fallen comrades, brothers and sisters.These words fittingly honor them
Posted 11/11/2022 08:07 AM
Pat Brisson:
That second line is stunning. Thanks, Ed.
Posted 11/11/2022 07:55 AM

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