Towards the Home of the Free

By Chaney Wampold

In the bitter cold of night, the wind howled and moaned, a man stood tall and proud, on a boat that was his own. He was a leader among men, a general of great renown, Washington, brave and determined, crossing Delaware to win. With fierce determination, he led his troops to war, sweat seeping from pore to pore, though weary and worn, they fought with all they had in store.

Icy and rough, the river flowed, the wind blew strong and cold, but Washington's steady hand guided them through, young and old.

Washington’s boot, wet and withered, slammed the bow, wisping wood chips speered the air. Land looks at the brave brunch, easter and faster, the men continue to paddle through great despair.