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A Note To Kentucky
by Steve E Ralph

Tuesday, November 14, 2006
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An Imaginary look through the eyes and heart of a brave Kentuckian at the last stages of the siege of the Alamo.




In her town in Kentucky, she rarely appeared,

Some said they hadnít seen her for near twenty years,

But they found her still sitting beneath a coal oil light,

With a note from her husband clenched in her hand tight,


How often sheíd read it, nobody could say,

But she read it again as she was passing away,

Oh the paper was tattered, yellow and old,

And starting to tear along the creases and folds,


But it started, ďDear Eta, I hope that youíre well,

This Alamo Mission is as lonely as hell,

Now as you know Iím not much with paper and pen,

So Iím writing this note with some help from a friend,


Also you know, Iím not much with the prayers,

But I know that you talk to the fellow upstairs,

So I wondered if next time you kneel down to pray,

You might take a few moments just to mention my name,


Would you tell him Iím sorry that I cuss like I do,

And be sure to thank him for sending me you,

Say that Iím grateful youíve been part of my life,

Because I couldnít imagine a more wonderful wife,


And would you ask him dear Eta, if he could let death come quick,

Not like Jim Bowie, bed ridden and sick,

You see the truth is my daring, I think my time may be short,

There are more of them Mexican boys than we thought,


It seems Santa Anna has five thousand men,

What can less than two hundred of us do against them?

Except buy up some time until Houston arrives,

And pray God in his mercy lets someone survive,

They've charged at us twice and we sent them back where they came,

But thereís no point in pretending they wonít do that again,


And Iíve got a bad feeling about the next time they show,

Weíve got a whole lot of wounded and ammunition is low,

Colonel Travis has scratched out a line in the sand,

Said if we want to go home, cross that line and we can,


And donít feel ashamed about crossing that line,

Because each manís a hero and can hold his head high,

And I so wanted to cross it, but it didnít feel right,

So Eta my darling, I chose to stay here and fight,


Though I know in my heart what the outcome will be,

Thereís more Mexicans here than a hound-dog has fleas,

Theyíve bombarded the gates, itís only time till they fall,

And Santa Anna has vowed that heíll slaughter us all,


So next time youíre praying would you ask him this too,

Send someone to love you as much as I do,

If he could make him good humored, educated and versed,

Kind hearted and loving because thatís what you deserve,


Someone to protect you until we meet bye and bye,

In that great ever after, up there in the sky,

Eta Iím sorry that I must leave you alone,

Youíre the most gentle woman that Iíve ever known,


Would you think of me kindly, but just once in a while,

And donít ever be lonely or lose that angelic smile,

Because Iíll be up there waiting, until youíre with me again,

Signed Daniel. J. Carter, with love till the end,


Well thatís what heíd written; it was a hell of a note,

Everybody that read it had a lump in their throat,

Or tears in their eyes that were ready to flow,

For the note to Kentucky sent so long ago.





By S.E.Ralph






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Reviewed by Joyce Devenish 1/22/2007
Oh! this is marvellous. It is a great story but you've really done it well. Terrific write. JM
Reviewed by Joyce Bowling 11/14/2006
Steve the title caught my eye because I am from Kentucky. Loved the write...kind of left a lump in my throat...
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by Henry Lefevre 11/14/2006
Hi Steve:

I think that was a great saga -- and I consider sagas to be the best form of poetry.

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish 11/14/2006
'Well thatís what heíd written; it was a hell of a note,
Everybody that read it had a lump in their throat,'

your awesome poem says it itself Steve with the above lines,I have a lump in my throat from this classy masterpiece,top rate work.
Love to you and yours
From your Aussie fan
and pal
This poem is definitely one of the very BEST yet!

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