On President Kennedy's Funeral

By LinnieJane Burks

The drums, the drums
     The muffled drums.
Move on, move on
     The muffled drums.
Death walks ahead,
     Grief rides behind.
Move on, move on
     The muffled drums.

We walk in dark,
     Who takes his place?
It does no good
     To stop the pace.
Move on, move on
     The muffled drums.
Keep marching, marching,
     Muffled drums.

Our terror grows
     Who'll stop it now?
Our frightened minds
     Keep wondering how.
The drums, the drums,
     The muffled drums.
They beat upon my heart
     The drums.

©November 24, 1963 Linnie Jane Joslin Burks