Crossing the Delaware

A hard, howling, tossing water scene.
Strong tide was washing hero clean.
“How cold!” Weather stings as in anger.
O Silent night shows war ace danger!

The cold waters swashing on in rage.
Redcoats warn slow his hint engage.
When star general’s action wish’d “Go!”
He saw his ragged continentals row.

Ah, he stands – sailor crew went going.
And so this general watches rowing.
He hastens – winter again grows cold.
A wet crew gain Hessian stronghold.

George can’t lose war with’s hands in;
He’s astern – so go alight, crew, and win!

-David Shulman, 1936

Jaime Ruan, Sarah Bopp, Casey Fee and Young Han Crossing The Delaware

It was nothing like that. Jaime, Sarah, Casey, Young and I had a super fun day riding from Newark, Delaware to Philadelphia with no worry of war, waves, or coldness. Although we had a bit of warm rain earlier that morning, the clouds were long gone by the time of our crossing. Were were greeted by lovely signs declaring “share the road with bicycles” and many bike lanes leading us into the city of brotherly love. And that it was. Barely asking, the fine people of Philly donated us huge amounts of food to our team that is still sustaining us today (if you’re every in Philly, definitely stop by the Reading Terminal Market and Jake’s pizza on Broad St). We were also treated to a wonderful place to sleep by The Arch St. United Methodist Church –A beautiful cathedral in the center of Philidelphia’s historic downtown. Contrary to its reputation on “It’s always sunny in Philadelphia,” Philly was actually an incredibly friendly, welcoming town to visit. I totally understand why Old George retreated back on that historic day.


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