She was not at the Little Bighorn, <br />though Colonel Custer and troopers <br />of the Seventh Cavalry Regiment were <br />that summer day in 1876 <br /> <br />George loved battle as much as he did <br />his Libby - her stunning beauty evident <br />in the daguerreotype that survives <br /> <br />Libby lingered long <br />after that fateful day in Montana <br />remembering the man <br />who loved too well <br />the sound and smell <br />of battle<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/libby-custer/
