I stood beside a picket fence,
And let my mind run free –
To the world this is a memory of the man that use to be.
He was a man of courage with the highest of ideals –
He loved this great America and fought with youthful zeal.
He defended us in crisis – forsaking not his fellow man –
In agony he risked his life – time and time again.
He knew the sorrow of the loss of a sister and a brother –
With heavy heart he laid to rest an infant son and daughter.
As I stand beside these mounds of clay and evergreen bows –
I think of what he meant to us and what he means right now.
May we always live in courage – as he wanted all men to –
He admired a tall brave profile – he’d admire it now in you.
He had the energy and youth – the love that makes the world shine bright –
How fitting for his monument – an everlasting light.
And now I must be on my way – but in memory I’ll return –
Where our beloved president lies resting – with his daughter and his son.
Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill 1964
Written after visiting President Kennedy’s Grave
Copyright Roy Richard