By: Donald A. MacCord
© 2004

"Ask not..." he said on that winter's morn
The hope for the future bright and reborn
He gave a nation a spark of pride
and a challenge to move like the ocean's tide.

For youth and vigor was in Camalot true,
A destiny set and not just for a few.
For the people had spoken, their choice was made
Their hopes and dreams had been carefully laid.

But time was so short on that November day
For the many who stood and happily waved.
In an instant of time, In the twinkle of an eye,
A nation would gasp and then start to cry.

A day of promise, sun bright, sky blue,
He came to honor his word as true
For pride was still strong in Dallas-town,
No fear was shown not even a frown.
And Camalot waved to the people they loved,
stopped only by the crack, that fearful sound.

Alas we are captive to the future unknown
but submit to the Almighty and His rightful plan.
A nation will grieve but forward must go
Remembering the legacy, Remembering the Clan.