Classic Poem

Another year has struck the vibrant chime
And still you sleep; roots stir beneath the tomb,
And yet you do not know, immune to time,
Beyond the reach of spring's returning bloom;
Yet still, at times, our love, O Washington,
Must penetrate the very walls of breath;
A father surely hears a loving son
Beyond the barrier of time . . . and death.
And so we speak again; perhaps you hear
The echo of an echo, and you know
How through the fateful years you grow more dear,
Your name a symbol; be it ever so.
Now, more than ever, in our time of need,
We turn for strength and comfort to thy creed.

Another year has struck the vibrant chime
And still you sleep; roots stir beneath the tomb,
And yet you do not know, immune to time,
Beyond the reach of spring's returning bloom;
Yet still, at times, our love, O Washington,
Must penetrate the very walls of breath;
A father surely hears a loving son
Beyond the barrier of time . . . and death.
And so we speak again; perhaps you hear
The echo of an echo, and you know
How through the fateful years you grow more dear,
Your name a symbol; be it ever so.
Now, more than ever, in our time of need,
We turn for strength and comfort to thy creed.