Somebody Cared
Because Christmas comes to Arlington
Blessed place where soldiers sleep
On one December morning,
A Maine man placed some wreaths.
Atop each grave he laid them ,
Bringing Christmas and his love
So they would know he honored them
Though they had gone above
Morill saw that place called Arlington
At twelve years in ninety two
And he swore down in his boyhood heart
To the memory to be true
So, when he grew much older
He came up with this plan
To put a wreath on the Soldiers graves
To honor every man
This giant job he realized he could not do alone
But through his years his helpers
In numbers they have grown
For as his tale unfolded
People like you and me
Joined in to help him honor
Those who died to keep us free
So on December the fourteenth
As this old year slowly died
In a truck guarded by cycles
From Maine , it did arrive
At Arlington, where Patriot Guard
Waving flags from every bike
Stood in a row and boxes passed
Each wreath was just alike
As morning fog, it lifted
And old trees with tears did bleed
Hundreds of volunteers stepped forth
To help him do the deed
So that on Christmas morning
When church bells began to chime
From every grave the greenery
Proclaimed the babe arrived
And from their seat in heaven
The fallen could could look down
And see they were remembered
By those wreaths on holy ground
And know that we still thank them
Each year on Christmas day
That we're free to enjoy it
Brought by lives they gave away
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
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