A Texas Ballad March Poem by Katherine Tylor McCall

well katrina gave em the old one-two
as weather down south is wont to do
so they put that foot in the other shoe
and kept a-right on marching

in texas year o 1836
blood spattered all over those alamo bricks
and they lost the day and nothin got fixed
yet old texas marched along

well a cold-front came down here today
a cold front headed for the galveston bay
then right back up on houston way
but my texas kept the march

a day of dusty road out west
till its miles o nothin where heat dont rest
at the corner of no and where or less
theres old texas morching on

well the rio grande aint over-wide
bare thick as the borders on each side
even with a few pesos and a waitin ride
beware those texans ever marching
telescopes in marfa show those lights too far to see
in shining-empty sprawling cities glow the gulfs refineries
while endless miles o dusty nothin swath the west without reprieve
\sweet Texas, my texas great land of free mens victory
With soaring hearts we see thee rise
our true south strong and free.
O texas know,
I'll stand on guard for thee.