While sitting in the garden of the Alamo on Oct 5Th 2010
I was inspired to write this poem when I returned to my hotel room.
Travis, Bowie, Crockett stood with 185 in all
Santa Ana's troops had marched 1000 miles
Finding the the men of Texas behind crumbling adobe walls
The General setting his horse his face held a smile
Cannons loaded muskets at the ready
The Mexican army came in groves
As the one's fighting for freedom stood steady
The many had underestimated their Texas foes
An easy victory was not to be had
Hundreds died in the opening battle
The men of the Alamo fought as if mad
As one lone defender took to his saddle
Off to Sam Houston did this man ride
With their desperate plea for help
No troops were ready to come and turn the tide
Houston could not convoy the pain he felt
The Alamo and all would fall
But time was bought with Texas blood
Crushed and killed by Mexican shot and cannon ball
All those brave men died where they stood
That tremendous sacrifice and act of will
Made Texas what it is today
Firming the people to the hardness of steel
Never allowing the Ghosts of Texas to fade away
No longer can you hear the cannons roar
Today I sat in the modern Alamo's garden alone
Beautiful birds over the chapel soar
And on the winds the Ghosts of Texas still moan
