Wonderful poem by Nellie Strowbridge on this dark day in history. - TopicsExpress



          

Wonderful poem by Nellie Strowbridge on this dark day in history. Thanks so much, Nellie: November 22, 1963 When President Kennedy died, I was 14. His death had a profound effect on me. At the time, I designed two scrapbooks, which I still have, and wrote a collection of poems about the sad time. The following is one of those poems. Nellie P. Strowbridge THE ASSASSINATION OF PRESIDENT JOHN F. KENNEDY They drove along in the morning light; their thoughts were buoyant, the future bright. The smiling couple waved from their car. There seemed nothing to harm, nothing to mar the perfect day with air so clear; shouts and cheers rented the air. No clouds passed by the sunny skies; no shadows to darken smiling eyes. Death was coming; they could not see that nothing could stop what was to be. The car sped along, and death drew near. The couple smiled freely without a care. A man in a building was crouching low; the press of his trigger and blood would flow. Three shots ran out in the gentle air destroying peace, spilling fear. The First Lady heard and saw, like a dream, the president slump; she could not scream. Her bunch of roses dipped in red, lay crushed against her heart like lead. She cradled his head in her sheltering arm, showing no hate, acting calm. She tried to lift him back in his place, tears streaming down her lovely face. The car sped on in the morning light, crowds shuddering at the awful sight. A beloved president was going to die; people would mourn, some would cry. This could not happen, but it had, leaving a world shocked and sad. Above his grave where roses lie, a lone flame licks a darkening sky. ~~
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 11:08:48 +0000

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