Image: A model of the Alamo, in the Alamo, most of the forground has been buillt on and is called Alamo Plazza. Only the mission still stands, and part of the long barracks.

 

98) Breakfast done, from Austin I'm gone,

Interstate 35 I'm on

Makin' my way neath clouds of grey

To San Antonio just over an hour away

Drivin' along listenin' to a country song

Weatherman says it's gonna rain

Never mind just stay in lane

Check the mirror look over my shoulder

Drive with care if I want to get older

Map so's I'm knowin just where I'm goin'

Come what may, to San Antonio just over an hour away

 

99) Arrived safe then I'd a mind, tonight's venue to find

But so I didn't look my worst, got my ironin' done first

The motel staff couldn't have been better

Followed their instructions to the letter

410 West I was bound, Barnes and Noble easily found

Gonna read my poetry there tonight

Now back to the motel more poems to write

 

100) Tonight I'll be takin the road that's leadin' To Barnes and Noble for a poetry readin

But first I did yearn, the true story of the Alamo to learn

The true story, not Hollywoods hyped up glory

But how the battle was only 90 minutes long, the Mexican army far too strong

The mission, men from many nations guarded

Day by day, by mexican canon bombarded

Men fightin for what they believe in, bravely dyin' no time for grievin'

Fire, fire and fire again, sacrifice not in vain

No surrender or retreat, Travis stayed till he was beat

But on that early march morn

His defeat meant the Texas republic was born

A letter he would write, would inspire others to tyranny fight

Now we see history unfurled how his letter shaped a future world

When to fight tyranny we go, we just remember The Alamo

 

101) No impropriety at The Sun Poets Society

Every Tuesday night they recite

Name on the list so you won't be missed

And you too can be heard spreadin' the spoken word

 

102) Don't take fright, just get up and recite

Be a hit with your words and wit

Don't sit back and think "I blew it"

Take the plunge get up and do it

 

103) I spoke slow and I spoke clear, so every word the others would hear

Spoke with care my poems to share

An' it would be, others sharin their poems with me

Drivin' back to the motel the rain was spittin', soon the sack I'll be hittin'

Cos' come tomorrow I'll be on Interstate 37

Headin' for another poetry heaven.