Sarah+Withers+poems

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  = = Sarah Rice Withers By Ali Taubert The South, The place of my childhood, My marriage to Mr. Withers Where I, Sarah Withers, am from. The North, Location of Bloomington, Illinois, Where my southern values are not accepted, Where the slaves, the plantations are not accepted. The Values, That I have been taught show, That I cannot support a war That alienates one society towards another. The South, The sympathy I feel quieted, For Mr. Withers and northern friends but Will always be, Where I, Sarah Withers, am from.

= Sarah Withers = By Kathryn Hill

I was a Southern-Belle, Uprooted from sunny Lexington, To the land of the Yankees, A dream crushed under the crumbling Union, We would never be plantation owners,

Caught like a fly in a Republican’s web, Nowhere to turn, Not even at church, Oh how I dreamt of the South, Where Yanks crawl not,

America was never the same, After that dratted Abe was put into power, Tearing the country into pieces,

The war threw me into anguish, Along with dear Allen’s passing, But here I lie, Planted in Yankee soil for all eternity.

=Sarah Rice Withers= By:Maggie Bee

BORN in Kentucky, raised the way a young woman should. Allen Withers took my hand and we settled in the Midwest My heart belonged in the south with our slaves. How I long to be there.

They work everyday in the heat, Long hard hours and I sit in the house, How I wish to walk on our plantation, Watching our lands succeed.

How I long to sit on our southern porch and take in the Hot summer sun. Mr. Withers is an indecisive man And to think, my husband is now a Union man.

Withers wears blue, Withers wears blue. Our property, gone. Our slaves, gone. Our ownership, gone.

Our southern souls, gone. Out southern pride, gone.