“For Lydia”

There’s Lydia; we catch a glimpse of her among the burning leaves where soldiers lie. She guides her horse with water wagon where, at Gettysburg are heroes marked to die. The men, propped there by tree or death’s cold stare, are left alone, their golden dreams now gone. They cannot answer captain’s call to share…

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Lady Lincoln

“Lady Lincoln” I keep my fashion as Lady Godey; my family, aristocratic, lean and with my many suitors, life is gay but Lincoln’s borrowed horse not what they dream. My people pray he is a fading fad; no life or love with Abraham they deem. And all historians who cast me ‘mad’; their hatefulness a…

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“Remembering Lydia”

Lydia Hamilton Smith, born in Gettysburg, Pa., was the daughter of an African-American mother and an Irish father. When donations wither away for Civil War veterans, she uses her own earnings to help them. Lydia was born and died on Valentine’s day. “Remembering Lydia” There’s Lydia; we catch a glimpse of her among the burning…

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