Battle of Quebec

A starry night,
A scheme a plot,
A fort atop,
A cliff; such an overwhelming sight.

James Wolfe,
In such a worry and hurry,
To make a victory,
To recapture for the British.

Quebec,
Impenetrable,
Impossible,
For some.

Thy hears whispers,
From those who know,
That weak point,
Be to the side.

Wolfe leads his troupes,
To many of their deaths,
Yet they raise their heads high,
And show no fear.

He lines them up,
On the great Plains of Abraham,
They are the representatives,
Of what could be,
And ultimately what will be.

They take them by surprise,
They show gallantry and heroism,
They seize the moment,
In which they will shape America for better or worse.

Marquis de Montcalm,
The French commander,
He who as established this,
Wall of stability.

They fight to the death,
Marquis and thy James,
Neither will gain nor lose,
But what they leave will change in numerous ways.

James dies then in battle,
Marquis dies soon after,
Courage,
And Valor,
Are they,
To risk they’re lives,
For the future,
Which is to become,
Our home.