Updated: Nov 12, 2021

From the depths of Valley Forge, an army all but defeated and scattered, there arose champions of LIBERTY of what was to become the pivotal battle of greatest Nation on earth

The Continental Miracle

There I was

Dead of night,




In my plight.


I knew not yet the Nation,

My shoulders bore,

Clothes stuck to my skin,

Feet bare, bleeding,

Frozen and sore.

I helped push the long boats

In Delawared ice,

Then picked up the march

Of miles,

‘bout twenty,

No news from home

With mere script for money.

Alls that had wintered,

On sock-soup engorged,

Patriots we gathered

To follow George

We slugged and shivered.

We trudged bloody slush,

Passing men,


In their tracks,


to death.

We passed a homestead,

Thank God they were Patriots,

For our only hope,

Was to surprise

the dastard Hessians.

Our Journey’s end,

The enemy in sight,

To our soul’s delight,

The British had party-ed