John F Kennedy Descriptive Essay
Numbing wind pushes over my dark metallic hair, as it shimmers in the roasting afternoon sun beams. Surrounding me is the murmuring crowd, which is radiating with pure excitement. Distant sounds of police sirens ricochet off of the old crumbling brick buildings, which could barely overpower the cheers of the crowd. I slowly gaze down at my wrist – my eyes meet the faded brown leather watch sitting upon my chilled skin, which was a product of a strange feeling that arose in my mind, the feeling of being watched. The turning hands of my watch, stop at 12:17 p.m.
The crowd is like a compass, navigating their way towards the road, as a sleek black limousine slowly crept past. The familiar face of John F Kennedy is revealed from behind police officers, …show more content…
I study his face in the time i the President looked me straight in the eye, his gaze was fixated on me as I studied his face for the split second I am obtaining. Curiously enough, he looks nothing like he does on the news or, in the numerous photos in the papers. He seems troubled, almost scared. His eyes are piercing my head and implanting a message deep within- a message of uncertainty, a message of worry – a message to run.
When the President’s eyes quickly dart to the rest of the crowd, a strong smile appears on his face once again. I wonder, if I have just seen the same worried face the hundreds of people around me have just seen. My attention is turned away from the President, instead it is focused on the firearm of a police officer, who stand across the dark concrete river, which separates us. My mind is questioning my own safety, causing a cold shiver to run down my back, making the hairs on my neck stand.
The shutters of cameras. The claps of fans. The yelps of police sirens. These sounds carry away my attention from the firearms of police officers, to the collection of sounds, which echo off of the surrounding buildings. But then one sound pierces over all of them. A new sound that my mind has instantly identified. It is a
The crowd is like a compass, navigating their way towards the road, as a sleek black limousine slowly crept past. The familiar face of John F Kennedy is revealed from behind police officers, …show more content…
I study his face in the time i the President looked me straight in the eye, his gaze was fixated on me as I studied his face for the split second I am obtaining. Curiously enough, he looks nothing like he does on the news or, in the numerous photos in the papers. He seems troubled, almost scared. His eyes are piercing my head and implanting a message deep within- a message of uncertainty, a message of worry – a message to run.
When the President’s eyes quickly dart to the rest of the crowd, a strong smile appears on his face once again. I wonder, if I have just seen the same worried face the hundreds of people around me have just seen. My attention is turned away from the President, instead it is focused on the firearm of a police officer, who stand across the dark concrete river, which separates us. My mind is questioning my own safety, causing a cold shiver to run down my back, making the hairs on my neck stand.
The shutters of cameras. The claps of fans. The yelps of police sirens. These sounds carry away my attention from the firearms of police officers, to the collection of sounds, which echo off of the surrounding buildings. But then one sound pierces over all of them. A new sound that my mind has instantly identified. It is a