Perched high upon distant western shore,
Lay gray creature, bred of blood and gore,
Which, since beckoned two odd centuries past,
Hath produced heroes, generals, killers vast.
In stone topped walls surrounding un-scaled earth,
Are bred warriors of heart, on long-gray lined learndth.
Plebe, yuck, cow, with reigning Firstie do berth,
In rooms Eisenhower, McArthur, and Grant were versed.
Black-golden knights, unarmored, of tradition told,
To fight for God, country, and highland neighbors old.
Suffer they must these years of unbridled and bitter cold,
On Hudson shores, Navy rivals, stoned Fort Montgomery holds.
