Personal Tributes & Poetry by Pablo
Premier Poetry by Pablo
A copy of this poem resides at 'The Alamo' in San Antonio, Texas.
A lonely Chapel.
A lonely chapel in the
Wives and husbands and kids defend.
To hold off
As they fight The Mexican to the end.
A truce is called early one day,
for some to leave and stay alive.
Women and kids sent on their way
But no reinforcements arrive.
Travis, Crockett, Bowie and his blade,
Draw a line in the Mexican dirt.
No man or boy will be persuade
Not one willing to desert.
The defenses are built and manned
A lonely bugle calls before dawn
Mexicans advance behind their band
Their sabers and rifles drawn.
Texicans yell and empty their arms,
they die and fall in the
No-one left to return to their farms
In Bexar they made their stand.
What left to say, what story to tell,
history will recall them all
remember they say the
’Remember the
Copyright Pablo 01-01-06