Arlington In Arlington where the heros lie Cannons roar and frighten the sky The blessed path the caissons travel Strewn with solders thick as gravel Free from danger Free from fear Stifled voices only God can hear Arlington the eternal rest Reserved for America's finest and best
Elijah Cole's Questions:
On line four (strewn with solders thick as gravel) I would like a
comment on that comparison to the number of solders buried in Arlington.
Should I have said thick as something else?