Mission Romance - Seqiuel Poem by bobby beddoe

bobby beddoe
"Roberto, guess what! "
"What? "
"Last night I dreamed we got married."
"You dreamed we got married? " he echoed.
"Yeah, and you gave me a great big kiss, too."
"Right. And I dreamed we had not one; but, two
"Kids - boy twins."
That comment produced separate, happy grins.
Hastily, Robert said, "I had a dream, also."
"Really, Like so? " she replied with gusto.
"I dreamed I bought you an engagement ring."
"Did you really have that awesome dream? "
Roberto answered, "Yeah, sure did,
Even had a pretty stone in it - red."
"You're lying, " she said smiling joyfully.
"Maybe." He shrugged his shoulders, guiltily.
For a little while they enjoyed telling
each other their capricious dreaming.
Their mutual ecstasy sealed their love,
Established by God above.
Which produced sudden impulses to kiss.
Midst their Heavenly moment of bliss!
Now, true love was something they really felt,
Which made two hearts pleasantly melt.
"Hey, " he said, "we've got toleave this abode
And find work so we better hit the road! "
As the day disappeared into a cloud-swept night,
There was no moon; but, they caught sight
of an old dilapidated cabin.
They dismounted and decided to go in;
Because, by then the air smelled like rain
Deciding to go inside and remain,
for the remainder of the day,
Or perhaps would be an okay place to stay.
Stepping upon the porch, Irma,
Said, "Bet this was owned by a ma and pa."
Roberto turned the rusty knob hard,
The door swung open with a squeak - inward.
Obliviously, the cabin was a vacant place,
To them, was the next best thing to a palace:
An iron cooking stove was in one corner
Beside it a box for wood and lighter,
In another corner was a table and chair,
Rocking chair, and bunk bed pair,
A long shelf was above the table,
With a few pots and pans - useable.
"Irma, If you'll build us a good a flame,
In the morning I'll hunt for some game."
"Okay, consider it done,
Just bring home the bacon."
He woke up with the dawn,
With the idea of bagging a pig or fawn;
Grabed his 1819 Hall rifle for to tote;
But, brought back his morning kill - coyote.
And sat patiently until she awoke,
To show her what he smote.
It was six o'clock when he said,
"Hey, Miss Irma, wake up sleepy-head, "
She blinked sleepily, "I'm awake, Roberto, "
Needing to earn themselves a peso,
After staying there over a week,
Then left, for jobs, to seek.
"So where are we going? Just asking."
"Beats me, but we better start ambling."
They rode all day and half the night,
by two, a relay station came into sight,
Both struggling to stay awake,
They reined in at the corral gate.
Neither could keep awake after that commute,
So they bedded down in the gated chute.
Irma pillowed her head on his forearm,
and he laid his head on his other arm.
They forgot about supper,
As their need for rest was much more greater.
The sun was less than an hour high;
But, staying there, they dare not defy.
So they rinsed off at the horse trough
Enough to get all the trail dust off.
Finally, leaving Behar County behind,
Heading north with the hill country in mind.
"Well, Irma, we've ridden pretty steady.
So let's stop here if you're ready, "
Masking her strained weariness,
She smiled, at the pause, for a recess.
The Texas Hill Country came calling,
One early December morning.
When they arrived in New Braunfels pueblo,
Roberto and Irma turned the page in toto,
To a new chapter making them 'As One',
When they became Mr. and Mrs. De Leon.
By the justice of the peace, in his retreat.
That part done, they walked across the street,
To the outpost store where he bought
with the gold pocket watch he brought,
That his father gave him at - life's ending,
A red ruby, gold, wedding band.
Which fit the right finger of her hand.
Mexican authorities
Granted sixty leagues of land in the 1790's
To the Hispanics, Lipan Indians,
And German extraction clans,
The land grant along the Guadalupe river.
Robert and Irma f filed for a sliver
And there they built their family home
Which proved good cotton growing loam,
Soon a small settlement began to appear.
So they farmed there year, after year.
Soon a small settlement began to appear,
As the months and years flew by day-by-day.
One sunrise, typical day, mid-May,
Mom, dad, their six-year old twins, Juan and Jose,
Along with the early morning coolness,
When the kid's pet colts became restless,
Roberto glanced up from inside the corral;
Ordered his two sons, and his Irma gal,
To run to the house and lock the door.
And pray to Jesus for peace, our savior.
He choked of fear at the indigenous surprise
For fanned out on top of the nearest hill rise
Appeared a mounted war party - Comanche!
Leaninghis rifle on a rail for them to see,
He walked up close, and raised his right hand.
The Chief slid off his horse and raised his hand.