She was not at the Little Bighorn,
though Colonel Custer and troopers
of the Seventh Cavalry Regiment were
that summer day in 1876
George loved battle as much as he did
his Libby - her stunning beauty evident
in the daguerreotype that survives
Libby lingered long
after that fateful day in Montana
remembering the man
who loved too well
the sound and smell
of battle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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