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The creative writing class I took required we write a poem. I am not a poet. I wrote this after a visit to the Tomb of the Unknowns at Arlington.
The school asked permission to publish it.
A Moving Experience
It was raining and cold Yet they were there Young men Proud men Standing straight and tall Their gaze unbroken The pride apparent A special duty Special people I watched in awe Respectful silence Honor and duty To their comrades I shall return to The Tomb of Unknowns
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