Bragging Rights

From time to time, I reserve the right to use “Hey look, a chicken” as a vehicle to be a proud mama hen and display stuff my kids do. This is one of those times. Without further ado, I give you a poem written by my 4th grade son, Cameron:
I am William B. Travis
I wonder when this war will end
I hear screams of dead men
I see death
I want this war to end
I am William B. Travis
I pretend I am not here
I feel confident
I touch my rifle
I worry I might die
I cry to God I will be alive
I am William B. Travis
I understand that I must do my duty
I say I want freedom
I dream that I will see my family again
I try not to worry
I hope this war will end soon
I am William B. Travis
I’m a little vaclempt….talk amongst yourselves…..
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