A Child's poem to her father in France.
An article on "Playing with Children" appeared in the London Times of August 11. Some days later the writer of it received a letter from an officer at the front, enclosing some verses written by his ten-year-old daughter and sent "To Dad Mobilized." The father expressed the hope that the little rhyme might touch a note for the writer of the charming article on "the essence of success at pretending," as the article did for one serving somewhere in France. The verses are as follows:
We sailed along, and we sailed along,
Singing our song and singing our song,
The song of the unknown sea,
Just you and me, Dad, just you and me.
We sailed along, amid fairy isles,
And brought our booty in glowing piles,
Booty that none else could see,
’Twas only for you, Dad, and only for me.
We were passed by birds with jeweled wing,
Birds that only for us could sing;
Rubies fell from an emerald tree,
They were only for you, Dad, and only for me.
Strangers could never our sea explore;
No one could land on our magic shore;
Everything we could hear or see
Was only for you, Dad, and only for me.
On our unknown sea was never a storm,
Nor anything else that could do us harm,
It was all as happy as happy could be,
Happy for you, Dad, and happy for me.
Though on our lake we may not float,
Side by side in our little boat,
In dreams we sail on our unknown sea
That is only for you, Dad, and only for me.
—From Our Dumb Animals