In Living Memory (11-22-63) Poem by John F. McCullagh
In Living Memory (11-22-63)
Do you recall where you were that day, that November Friday afternoon?
The moment that you heard the news that someone had murdered J.F.K?
Some were just children at the time who now have grown so old and grey.
Half those Americans are gone who heard what Cronkite had to say.
That day that Camelot came to grief, and power passed to L.B.J.
Yes, I am a child of then, that day lives still in memory.
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8/29/2026 2:04:10 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
beautiful tribute to JFK Our country will never forget that day. He is still a popular president and always will be