Today's poem comes from the antique Under Both Flags book that I had mentioned a couple of weeks ago. It is on page 211 and I thought it a bit humorous and amusing. Perhaps "reconciliation" is a theme of these lines too, though in a different format. I don't know if Dixie Wolcott is the suthor or the character in the poem
A BURNING SHAME
That there wasn't a saucier rebel
In all the sunny South,
'Twas easy to tell by the mischievous eyes
And the smile of her roguish mouth.
But how she hated the Yankees
She couldn't bear the name;
"How dared they come and whip us;
It was a burning shame!"
One of those self-same Yankees
Came to her Dixie one day,
And ere the week was over
She'd stolen his heart away.
But how should she treat her captive?
He couldn't be shot you know,
Because the war was ended
Two dozen years ago.
So in order to keep him prisoner
The rest of his life instead
She reckoned she'd have to marry him, tho'
"'Twas a burin shame," she said.