Red Banner, No Quarter
Early on a cold March morning
a handful of men took a stand
in the year of eighteen thirty six
when a sabre drew a line in the sand
it was victory or death for the valiant few
outnumbered and out-gunned
surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew
with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned
even as the day was
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Categories:
alamo, celebrity, conflict, death, usa,
Form: Rhyme
Texas Proud
In Texas we have our heroes,
And of them we’re mighty proud—
There’s the Alamo in San Antone,
Where our cannons spoke out loud.
We’re proud to be called Texans,
We’re proud to be called free;
We’re the best state in the Union—
On that we all agree.
Texas is the Lone Star State,
Together we shall stand,
For it’s the folks of Texas
That make
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Categories:
alamo, celebration, patriotic, pride,
Form: Rhyme
Remember the Alamo
What Col. William Barrett Travis might have said to the defenders
of the Alamo on March 5, 1836, the twelfth day of the siege.
Remember the Alamo
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Categories:
alamo, courage, freedom, hero, war,
Form: Sonnet
The Alamo
An earthen gray memorial stands alone against
A rugged desert landscape, built by the mortal
Hands of the faithful.
No bells do ring, in the churches steeple, but in the
Heart of Texas it's sounding message can never
Be silenced, remember the Alamo.
For the fighting men of valor's honors sacrificed,
All for liberation's call to freedom.
Listen to their whispering voices, traveling
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Categories:
alamo, america, history, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Remember the Alamo
The Texans weren't supposed to be
Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
Said he had a vision.
Bowie wanted to save the fort.
So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
Carnage there was massive.
Two hundred men would die that day.
One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
Too few men
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Categories:
alamo, courage, death, war, men,
Form: Quatrain
The Alamo
With his finger on the trigger
He pulled the hammer down
He waited for the orders
From the Colonel to come around
A small band of soldiers
Who were farmers just before
No emblems on their shoulders
No bright and shining swords
They had joined together
And would fight til the end
At a Mission down in Texas
They knew they must defend
They were well out
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Categories:
alamo, history, prayer,
Form: Cowboy Poetry