Texan Hodge Podge

And you thought "Don't mess with Texas" was our state slogan...

TEXAS. The name alone is powerful enough to conjure up a whole set of ideas and impressions, not only in our own native land but around the globe. Granted, not all of these associations are positive or accurate but they sure are big. And big is something that we Texans are all about. Big hats, big belt buckles, big hair, big trucks, big steaks, big sky, and big pride.

In honor of today being Texas Independence Day, I would like to share with y’all a hodge podge of all things Texan. Let us start with a little sing-along of our state anthem… I hope you really sing it!

Next is a one of my favorite poems I have ever written (from 2004):


that guy,

el es hombre.

browner than rawhide

with a hat as sun-stained

as sweat-stained.

he spits anywhere

he pleases

discharge from his swollen lip pouch.

he wears boots,

rattlesnake skull crushers,

hardworking foot mules.

handlebar moustache

is seventies sophisticat

and those though denim tights

are dulled with Texan dust.

heavy and hairy brow firmly frame

wild mustang eyes

y los ojos son grises como el cielo.

coyote killer,

he thinks he’s big stuff.

he remembers the Alamo,

he eats his chili with pee-cans in it,

gave his yellow rose a topaz ring

and never, EVER picks a bluebonnet.

cigarette dangling,

he won’t touch a marlboro, though,

but sticks to skydancers

because he feels bad

about the indians

and all that lame-ass shit that went down before.

you know, i like the way

his belt buckle blings

and his name is spelled out in embossed leather:


Clarence Hailey Long, a real Texas cowboy.

Now, let’s take a short tour of some of our state’s beautiful landscapes…

East Texas forest creek.

Our gorgeous hill country.

West Texas desert.

Chisos Mountains and Rio Grande River in South Texas.

Wildflowers in the heart of Texas.

I’m going to wrap up this patriotic post with another one of my teenage tributes to Texas. This is old school as hell; I believe I wrote it when I was fifteen!


On February twenty-third, in the year eighteen hundred and thirty-six, the arrival of General Antonio López de Santa Anna’s army outside San Antonio nearly caught the Alamo by surprise. Undaunted, the Texans and Tejanos prepared to defend the Alamo together. The defenders held out for thirteen days against Santa Anna’s army. William B. Travis, the commander of the Alamo sent forth couriers carrying pleas for help to communities in Texas. On the eighth day of the siege, a band of thirty-two volunteers from Gonzales arrived, bringing the number of defenders to nearly two hundred.

Legend holds that with the possibility of additional help fading, Colonel Travis drew a line on the ground and asked any man willing to stay and fight to step over — all except one did. As the defenders saw it, the Alamo was the key to the defense of Texas, and they were ready to give their lives rather than surrender their position to General Santa Anna. Among the Alamo’s garrison were Jim Bowie, renowned knife fighter, and Saint David Crockett, famed frontiersman and my great great great uncle.

The final assault came before daybreak on the morning of March sixth, as columns of Mexican soldiers emerged from the predawn darkness and headed for the Alamo’s walls. Cannon and small arms fire from inside the Alamo beat back several attacks. Regrouping, the Mexicans scaled the walls and rushed into the compound. Once inside, they turned captured cannon on the long barrack and church, blasting open the barricaded doors. The desperate struggle continued until the defenders were overwhelmed. By sunrise, the battle had ended and Santa Anna entered the Alamo compound to survey the scene of his victory.

On April twenty-first at three thirty in the afternoon, Sam Houston and the Texian army caught up with the Mexicans. They rode into battle with the cry “REMEMBER THE ALAMO!” the angry Texians defeated the Mexicans in under twenty minutes. Texas soon after gained its independence.

Twenty-five years later, during the Civil War, the Texan soldiers were the most feared of any in the war, known as the Texas Screaming Boys for their blood-chilling battle cries.

There has never been a prouder Texan than I.



~ by jessima1111 on March 2, 2012.

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