Tomb of the Unknown Soldier Poem

by Starflight726

This is a project that I had to do for school and I felt like sharing it with the world before turning it in. Hope you like my crappy poem!

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier,

A place where only few are honored,

Where few that only their family, friends, and God know of their names,

Men that sacrificed not only their lives but their identities for the freedom of a nation,

Every second of every day they are thanked for their bravery,

In wind, rain, heat, cold, the men are honored,

In this age 21 is more than just a number,

It is the number of steps and seconds used by the soldiers guarding the tomb,

Wreaths are hung for the men buried there,

The gun in the man or woman's hands face away in respect for the dead,

Silence and quiet are covering the area like a shadow,

Though people are always gathered to see the guards do their jobs,

The guard must be precise in their every little movement,

Every little detail in their uniform must be to perfection,

One was identified and moved while the others remain in their spots still unknown to the living world,

If other men or women turn out like them, they shall be honored the same and thanked for the same reasons,

I wish that I could eventually find the name of those brave men,

"HERE RESTS IN HONORED GLORY AN AMERICAN SOLDIER, KNOWN BUT TO GOD"