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(The seige of the Alamo ended 181 years ago
on March 6, 1836 when the Alamo fell and its
defenders were killed.)

This story of heroes all free men should know,
Of last stand of eagles protecting their nest –
Remember the men of the famed Alamo.

They stood in the way of an armed Mexico,
Like dunes on a beach slow a wave’s swollen crest.
This story of heroes all free men should know.

Surrounded, out-numbered, hope melting like snow,
They proved to the world that it’s freedom that’s best.
Remember the men of the famed Alamo.

An offer, by Travis, to stay or to go.
Those brave men stepped forward and Texas was blessed.
This story of heroes all free men should know.

Deguello, no quarter, was played by the foe
Yet nary a champion abandoned the quest.
Remember the men of the famed Alamo.

A Crockett, a Bowie, and others cut low
In glory and honor are their names now dressed
This story of heroes all free men should know.
Remember the men of the famed Alamo.

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The photo is mine.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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Hazy air.
Sneezing and wheezing.
Allergies.

Seems dusty.
No, not Sahara,
Not this time.

The farmers
Set fire to their fields –
Smoky air.

It travels
From where to bless us?
Mexico!


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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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Image by Aunt Owwee via Flickr

 A Thousand Miles Of Hell

The butterflies are drifting south,
   At twenty miles a day –                               *
Soft monarchs, silken kings on wings,
   Hardy travelers, they.

From far away as Canada,
   And east as far as Maine,
They migrate south through Texas skies
   To Mexico to hang

There on oyamel trees, their firs,              **
   Their coats for winter’s cold
That they ne’er wear, but rather coat,
   As they cling close, wings fold.     

As if the journey weren’t enough,
   They face another foe,
Which waits them, new, in Texas climes,
   A line like Maginot.

The drought has robbed the Texas store.
   Supplies?  There’s none to sell.
Food, water scarce, there’s nothing but
   “A thousand miles of hell.”                         ***

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* They actually average about 25 miles a day (poetic license!).

** oh YAH mel, a Mexican fir tree

*** “A thousand miles of hell” was a phrase used by an insect ecologist named Chip Taylor, as quoted in the article whose link is below.  Since Texas is not a thousand miles across, he was including the part of Mexico they will have to traverse before reaching their hibernating grounds.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/can-monarch-butterflies-make-it-through-texas/2011/10/07/gIQAEt8ySL_story.html

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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