ON A SNOWY HILLSIDE IN VIRGINIA

ON A SNOWY HILLSIDE IN VIRGINIA

By Thurman W. Adams

Dedicated to my distant cousin, Caroline Kennedy

�2002. Thurman W. Adams

On a winter's day two score years less one ago,
a snowy hillside in Virginia would show,
a spot which held our hopes and dreams,
would become hallowed ground to all it seemed.
So many tears would run and fall,
to consecrate this spot for one and all.
John F. Kennedy had become to this world and nation,
the hopes and prayers to a better station.

Through Arlington's Hatfield Gate and up the hill,
through gentle snow some distant still.
The view across Potomac shore,
showed Capitol, White House, Monument and more.
Just beyond such beauty gazed,
lay hallowed ground where our President laid.
The picket fence and flame so bright,
would never enough stifle the night.
The grave so pure and full of hope,
would become a mecca to all freedom loving folk.