A Soldier's Children Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHH IIDDBBJJAADDKKLLKMNN NOOOAAAAAPPDD

Our home used to be in a hut in the dear old Camp with lots of bands and trumpets and bugles and Dead Marches and three times a day there was a gunA
But now we live in View Villa at the top of the village and it isn't nearly such funA
We never see any soldiers except one day we saw a Volunteer and we ran after him as hard as ever we could go for we thought he looked rather braveB
But there's only been one funeral since we came an ugly black thing with no Dead March or Union Jack and not even a firing party at the graveB
There is a man in uniform to bring the letters but he's nothing like our old Orderly BrownC
I told him through the hedge Your facings are dirty and you'd have to wear your belt if my father was at home and oh how he did frownC
But things can't be expected to go right when Old Father's away and he's gone to the warD
Which is why we play at soldiers and fighting battles more than ever we did beforeD
And I try to keep things together every morning I have a parade of myself and DickE
To see that we are clean and to drill him and do sword exercise with poor Grandpapa's stickE
Grandpapa's dead so he doesn't want it now and Dick's too young for a real tin sword like mineF
He's so young he won't make up his mind whether he'll go into the Artillery or the LineF
I want him to be a gunner for his frock's dark blue and Captain Powder gave us a wooden gun with an elastic that shoots quite a big ballG
It's nonsense Dick's saying he'd like to be a Chaplain for that's not being a soldier at allG
Besides he always wants to be Drum Major when we've funerals to stamp the stick and sing RUM TUM TUMH
To the Dead March in Saul that's the name of the tune and you play it on a drumH
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Mary is so good she might easily be a Chaplain but of course she can't be anything that wants manI
She likes nursing her doll but when we have battles she moves the lead soldiers about and does what she canI
She never grumbles about not being able to grow up into a General though I should think it must be a great boreD
I asked her what she would do if she were grown up into a woman and belonged to some one who was wounded in the warD
She said she'd go out and nurse him so I said But supposing you couldn't get him better and he died how would you behaveB
And she said if she couldn't get a ship to bring him home in she should stay out there and grow a garden and make wreaths for his graveB
Nurse says we oughtn't to have battles now Father's gone to battle but that's just the reason whyJ
And I don't believe one bit what she said about its making Mother cryJ
Only she does like us to put away our toys on Sunday so we can't have the soldiers or the gunA
But yesterday Dick said I was thinking in church and I've thought of a game about soldiers and it's a perfectly Sunday oneA
It's a Church Parade you'll have to be a lot of officers and men Mary'll do for a few wives and families and I'll be Chaplain to the Forces and pray for everyone at the warD
So he put his nightgown over his knickerbocker suit and knelt on the Ashantee stool and Mary and I knelt on the floorD
I think it was rather nice of Dick for he said what put it into his headK
Was thinking they mightn't have much time for their prayers on active service and we ought to say them insteadK
I should have liked to parade the lead soldiers but I didn't for Mother says What's the good of being a soldier's son if you can't do as you're bidL
But we thought there'd be no harm in letting the box be there if we kept on the lidL
Dick couldn't pray out of the Prayer book because he's backward with being delicate and he can't readK
So he had to make a prayer out of his own head and I think he did it very well indeedM
He began GOD save the Queen and the Army and the Navy and the Irregular Forces and the VolunteersN
Especially Old Father he went out with the first draft and he's a Captain in the Royal EngineersN
But I said I don't think 'GOD save the Queen' is a proper prayer I think it's only a sort of three cheersN
So he said GOD bless the Generals and the Colonels and the Majors and the Captains and the Lieutenants and the Sub lieutenants and the Quartermasters and the non commissioned officers and the menO
And the bands and the colours and the guns and the horses and the wagons and the gun carriage they use for the funerals and please I should like them all to come home safe againO
Don't Mary I haven't finished it isn't time for you to say AmenO
I haven't prayed for the Chaplains or the Doctors who help the poor men left groaning on the ground when the victories are wonA
And I want to pray particularly for the very poor ones who die of fever and miss all the fighting and funA
GOD bless the good soldiers like Old Father and Captain Powder and the men with good conduct medals and please let the naughty ones all be forgivenA
And if the black men kill our men send down white angels to take their poor dear souls to HeavenA
Now you may both say Amen and I shall give out hymn four hundred and thirty sevenA
There are eight verses and eight Alleluias and we can't sing very well but we did our bestP
Only Mary would cry in the verse about Soon soon to faithful warriors comes their restP
But we're both very glad Dick has found out a Sunday game about fighting for we never had one beforeD
And now we can play at soldiers every day till Old Father comes home from the warD

Juliana Horatia Ewing



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