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Once in command, he boxed in the British 
At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights,
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy 
As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

The British commander had but one choice, 
To sail to New York to renew the fight.
Where the English had much greater forces, 
Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight.

They continued on to Pennsylvania 
After crossing the Hudson in retreat, 
With the British forces in hot pursuit
It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.

When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting 
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware. 
On that Christmas night he captured Trenton 
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton, 
Where in victory his men began to sing. 
Washington then wintered at Morristown, 
Training his troops for the combat of spring.

Washington fought bravely at Brandywine 
And again at a place called Germantown, 
But the British were the victorious ones 
 As the dead of both sides covered the ground.

Americans were blessed early that spring,
When the French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge, 
With the help of the French they marched in stride.

The battles raged on, in the North and South 
As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land.
Washington himself was in great despair, 
Pleading for aid for his weakened command.

His prayers were answered by 5000 troops, 
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown, 
Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war 
Though not many quite realized that fact yet. 
But the British soon grew tired of the fight
And the terms for its end were signed and set.

Washington yearned to retire at home, 
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support, 
For they believed that "he," by God, was sent.

By Tom Zart

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