Upon a canvas of time and space,
A portrait of courage, etched in grace,
President and General, man of lore,
George Washington, forever more.
In the crucible of freedom’s call,
A nation’s father, stood he tall.
With virtue as his guiding star,
He led us, near and far.
A founder of a dream so grand,
With a quill and a commanding hand,
Penned a legacy, bold and bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.
A hero, steadfast, true, and just,
In his strength, we place our trust,
Leading soldiers through the fray,
From night’s despair to the dawn of day.
The cherry tree, the wooden tooth,
Narratives of his honest truth.
Yet, ’tis his spirit, generous and kind,
That leaves an indelible mark, we find.
Beneath the sky’s wide-stretching dome,
Mount Vernon, his cherished home,
Where he toiled with love and care,
His virtue echoed in the air.
On his steed, with a surveyor’s eye,
Mapped he the land, under the sky,
His vision, like an eagle’s flight,
Guided by the constitution’s light.
Through winter’s frost and summer’s glare,
His resolve did never wear.
His bravery, a rallying cry,
Underneath the freedom’s sky.
A life lived not for fame or gain,
But to break tyranny’s disdainful chain.
Washington, in our hearts, you reside,
A nation’s pride, in you, we confide.