Another poem by Nathalia Crane, about 9 years old at the time. I like it especially for the last five stanzas (starting from "But I'd just"), and especially the last one. See also
A poem I just enjoyed.
THE BATTLE ON THE FLOOR
My father was a soldier, so
Some nights he talks of war;
He tells of guns at “action right,” -
The battlefield’s the
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