Is It Fiction Or Non-Fiction? Poem by richard (sean) scarbrough (james)

Listen to my story and I will tell of a midnight ride,
Not by Paul Revere but my great uncle who never lied.
He was there on that most famous of nights,
He was the one who decided on using the lights.

He took his place in history by keeping quiet,
Of the argument that almost started a riot.
You see my friend, Mr. Paul Revere, rest his soul
Wanted to use arrows to mark the toll.

Two arrows would mean the British were coming,
One would mean all was well to keep on humming,
He never understood what that meant or so he said,
But it was night how could you tell what the arrow read?

Paul was outraged and jumped on his mighty steed,
Fled the meeting before the fight could him impede.
Grabbed a lantern on his way out to the streets,
The rest is history including his greatest feats.

Now I have told you the tale of the ride of Paul Revere,
Now get up close so all of you can hear.
Was it fiction the story I just told about the famous ride,
Or should I like my great-uncle not beat against the tide?