We line up.
Top of street,
Against,
bottom of street.

We range in age,
From three to twelve,
Each has a weapon.

A hatchet made from,
A tin can and a stick,
A rope, stones and a brick.

One voice yelled charge,
And we run, to meet enemy
For us this was fun.

We mirrored the war
That was fought, by our fathers
And uncles, now back.

We had territory to defend
And a line that was not
To be crossed.

To be hurt was unusual to,
This was what we would
See adults do.

In our play with our
Energy spent,
Back to normal
Everything went!

Mary Mc Creath

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