Roaming the gates,
light fills the early morning air.
Flags spread out: red, white, and blue cover the floor.
Flowers placed carefully as I smell the morning freshness.
As the ceremony starts, three rifle shots fill the room.
The star spangle banner begins to play
as the colors are presented, and respects are paid,
honoring those we hold a flame to.
The mindset of the soldiers remain a mystery
while their stories are still told.
Through the grueling strengths,
lie the brave devoted soldiers.
With the sight of red poppies in my mind,
may their honor and story never be forgotten.
