TEXAS DAWN

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TEXAS DAWN

Texas Dawn

 

Texas dawn, lying in the sunrise,

Will live on, forever.

All of us fought, so many died,

So we could all be free and there would always be, A Texas

Dawn

The dawn was bright and clear; not a sound could you hear.

He was lying there in my arms.

The night had passed us by, and with the morning sky,

I could see his face was filled with blood.

We had fought through the haze and the battles high tide.

The enemy had run. We stayed side by side.

We fought for freedom, love and promised land.

Brother for brother, man for man.

A few trails of smoke rose from the burning guns.

We had gone to the hilltop to see the damage done.

A single bullet rang out to find my brothers head.

He dropped to my side. I knew he was dead.

I buried my brother by a large gray oak tree.

Santa Ana had been defeated Texas was free.

I was now a prisoner of this dark place I had found.

My light heart now covered with the cold and colorless ground.

How would I ever tell his son and wife?

Nothing could be harder to do in this life.

 

How to make a child and lover understand,

Sometimes some things happen which are out of our hands.

I walked the brown road to home slowly and sad.

The path led to my nephew he ask, “Where is my dad?”

With my tears and no words he quickly understood.

He ran away crying and disappeared into the woods.

His mother saw me and collapsed on the porch.

Her love, her life, had now been torched.

All of us ravaged, burned by wars searing flame,

So many loves lost for freedom to gain.

From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes,

The pain scarcely fades the memory never passes.

Lucky ones leave early from this earth I am told.

They wait for us watching from their city made of gold.

Not alone do I this burden bare.

We give much to breathe freedoms air.

Mothers, fathers and children retrace,

The footsteps of those who died in their place.

Again and again we will raise our arms,

To protect our people our cities and farms.

Our freedom gained will never die.

With the Texas Dawn hope will always lie.

 

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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