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.....