The Unknown

The Unknown

There is an eternal memory in the tomb of the strongest stone.
Stone hewn out of the very ground from which a life was born.
A life that stands for freedom and Liberty.

A gentle wind breathes softly over the tomb.
Within, valor and honor cry proudly.
The breeze speaks to all who will listen.

A lone guard stands in silence before the stone.
The immovable protector defends against the foolish and unwise.
A guard who is a symbol of a country.

The guard walks slowly, quietly, with reverence.
Over and over, he retraces his steps.
As quiet as the breath of wind that caresses the stone.