A Snapshot in History

It is a long cold lonely night
The water pulls them backwards
Yet they continue to push forwards.
The frigid bitter ice surrounds them
The swirling glacial waters clash on the boat
Its icy soul slapping against the wood
The constant rhythmic sound of the waves
Two white men
One black man
One woman
One Indian
Together they row
Heave! Ho! Heave! Ho!
Who would have thought
That these troops were to succeed?
Yet they continue to push forwards.

The sun shines through this ominous day
Piercing into the wispy sky of despair
Like a beacon of hope
For these straggled common soldiers.
The woman in a scarlet coat bleeding with grit
The black man dressed in all sorts of colors
The men's arms are cold and sore
Hours of continuous rowing
But they feel no pain

The man in the middle
The Hero of America
The Great General
He who carries the burden of America
He who leads to victory
He is George Washington
He sings for Freedom

Inch by inch, the shore creeps closer
His heart pounds
Louder and louder
Faster and faster
But no,
He must control himself
He is a man of no fear
Fear is futile.
His velvet cape flaps with the turbulent winds
The jaded handle of the sword,
A sword for only the elite
He is the one who will conquer.

He is not afraid to look into the eyes of Death himself
He has no time for petty doubts
It is he who must lead the charge
He who must carry his country to freedom.

Every man looks forward.
Forward
Never back
Never to the land of oppression
For they will succeed.