Did Crockett play a pensive tune on that last night of his earthly life-
while he stood on Alamo’s heights
facing Santa Anna’s troops?
His violin notes fill the Texas night air
with mournful strains of regret and loss?
The man that he was could not live up to the legend-
nor could the man escape it.
Whatever the reason for his fateful presence at the mission that March the sixth,
he knew the dawn would bring his last day of life
and his legend continue to grow.
There would be no more hunts or wild adventures,
and he would never see his family again.
He had loved and lost and loved again.
And he had seen the face of battle before-
In the days of Jackson with the militia.
With backward glance,
did Crockett ponder all this?
While the enemy within just a few yards-
braved the thought of killing him and the others in that place-
the place we call the “Alamo?”
How long young Lincoln did it take for you to hear
of the fate of the man you admired so dear -David Crockett?
Did you read of that day in your New Salem papers
that were addressed to others and delivered by you?
As you studied the law books and dreamed your big dreams
of leaving that place for a life not yet known,
did you pause for reflection of Crockett’s demise
and what a vapor that life really is?
Did you think also of Ann Rutledge?
Too young did she pass-
“Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
A flash of lightning, a break of the wave,”
They both passed from life too soon to rest in the grave
Did you then look forward young Lincoln,
understanding the pain-
that fate must be answered
and cannot be changed?
Like Crockett and Rutledge,
your day awaits-
but first comes the living
and after-the ages.
Written by Bill Nash, February 17, 2011