A Poem Begins With A Lump In

... War Is For Everyone, For Children Too. I Wasn't Going To Tell You And I Mustn't. The Best Way Is To Come Uphill With Me And Have Our Fire And Laugh And Be Afraid.

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.

Nothing Can Make Injustice Just But Mercy.

An Idea Is A Feat Of Association.