They say he died in Texas, a ball of hot lead putting a stop to all his nonsense. Yet, nothing could end his story.
They say Davy Crockett could wrestle a bear into submission with one arm tied behind his back.
He wasn’t any taller than a normal man, or any stronger, but he could ride on the back of a thunderbird as it sailed through the anvil-shaped clouds. He wasn’t any smarter than a normal guy, but he remembered every tree and creek in the whole country, and knew half of them on a first name basis.
He wore a coonskin cap which he made from a mountain lion’s pelt, and ran faster than a wild horse.
Most people go their whole lives not even going outside. But Davy, he couldn’t sit still to save his life. The blue sky called him like she was his mother, and the wolves howled his name to the moon.
End
No comments:
Post a Comment