Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Within The Alamo - Poem by Karle Wilson Baker

He drew a straight line
Across the dirt floor:
Within, it was death-still--
Without, was a roar
And a scream of the trumpets:
Within, was a Word--
And a line drawn clean
By the sweep of a sword.
No help was coming, now--
That hope was done.
No more the free air,
no more the sun
Bright on the blue leagues
Of buffalo-clover.
Travis drew a line
And they all crossed over.
Travis had a wife at home,
Travis was young;
Travis had a little boy
Whose tight arms clung,
But Travis saw a far light
Shining before:
Travis drew a sword-cut
Across the dirt floor.

And now the old fort stands
Placid and dim,
Blinking and dreaming
Of them and of him;
And now past the Plaza
Other tides roar,
since Travis wrote "Valor"
Across the sand floor,
And the guns they will rust,
And the captains will go,
And an end come at last
To the wars that we know,
But as long as there travails
A Spirit in man,
In a war that was ancient
Before Time began,
Here will the brave come
To read a high Word--
Cut clean in the dust
By the stroke of a sword.

Comments about Within The Alamo by Karle Wilson Baker

  • Gold Star - 37,059 Points * Sunprincess * (5/30/2014 8:48:00 PM)

    .............truly this is a marvelous poem......you penned it perfectly... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 12,098 Points Savita Tyagi (4/6/2014 4:40:00 PM)

    Great poem. A piece of history portrayed with tenderness. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jake Pappas (5/11/2006 11:32:00 AM)

    This is a great poem! If you watch the newest movie on the alamo, titled, 'The Alamo', you will see that this movie left out the scence portrayed by this poem which loses some of the courage and bravey always know in the story of the alamo. Besides that, this is a poem that carrys lots of imagery and gives you a good feeling inside!

    Jake Pappas

    P.S. Remember The Alamo! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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