Valley Forge - George Washington's POV

There were red footprints in the snow,

the color of death and desperation I wished only a few would know.

and I saw this firsthand, as I led command,

while clothes, food, and supplies were our only demands, 

that winter, in Valley Forge where it was hard to stand tough

because every effort we put in was barely enough.

We scavenged for scraps and our will to stay alive.

Do you understand that we were just trying to survive?

This happenned, in 1776 to the next year,

and that's when I asked my dear Martha to be near.

Maybe not to fight in the grown man's fight,

but to assure us that everything will be alright.

So, she made the journey from Mount Vernon, the place we reside,

to endure our sorrows and stand by my side,

but God,

she opened my eyes

from the darkness and very soon became the light.

She fed the malnourished,

and she helped with courage!

Courage, 

our long lost friend,

Martha wholeheartedly pushed us to meet again

and we reminisced, courage and I,

and talked about all the beautiful times

where I fought even thought i thought i'd die.

So, we prospered and continue to fight,

thankful for life, thankful for my wife,

the lady, who made me realize,

that they all strive, 

not only to keep us alive,

but to win the fight.

Not the little grown man fight we thought we were winning,

but the even larger one where equality is missing.

See, you've always been taught about this war against Britain,

but you never really knew our strongest soldiers were women

because if it hadn't been Martha's eye-opening glow,

I would have been one of those red footprints in the snow.

This poem is about: 
My country

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