J. Edgar Hoover was a man <br />Who had a job to do. <br />He did it well; yes, even though <br />His critics were some few. <br /> <br /> <br />He started out against the odds <br />Four dozen years ago. <br />He volunteered, and persevered <br />To make 'the Bureau' go. <br /> <br /> <br />He fostered in his people <br />The ideal of dedication; <br />And we responded to the task <br />With 'Hoover emulation.' <br /> <br /> <br />In probing, good reporting, as <br />We sifted evidence, <br />We followed his example, <br />While we aimed for excellence. <br /> <br /> <br />At crime and communism, <br />Mr. Hoover took a stand. <br />We agents fought the fight with him, <br />And labeled him: 'the man.' <br /> <br /> <br />So, on this day of eulogies, <br />The Bureau's flag stays flying high, <br />To mark his finest tribute: <br />That he built the F.B.I. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(Written in Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas, <br />Mexico, on May 4,1972, the day following <br />Director Hoover's death in Washington, D. C.)<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fbi-director-hoover-the-man/
