Journal #19- Patriotic Poem

It was the dark of night, cold December,

Where even the heroes of old would shutter.

A night that would be ever remembered,

Around the campfire the soldiers did mutter, 

About weather, long missed family, and frost bite. 

When all of the sudden aloft went a cry. 

To the river we march this grave snowy night
After Gen Washington led the  goodbye.

Every man hoped to see the morning ground
Across the Delaware the soldiers tread,
Their solemn ranks never making a sound.
The freezing air all around seemed dead
No bird in the air for noise to resound.  
"No soldier can move" the general said
Or alert the enemy troops would be
To our hidden position they would see

Arrived they did with no incident
The falling snow behaved as a shroud
This definitely was no coincident.
The soldiers crept, still hiding in a cloud
Until they attacked the enemies camp
To them seemed very contradictory.
The patriots came out as reigning champs
And to them went the flag of victory.