Barbara Frietchie

Barbara Frietchie Round about them orchards sweep, Apple- and peach-tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over...

Barbara Frietchie here: who is with me? Read the poem, then join us if you are so inclined...Plans will be afoot!
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