| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | My Ten Buckeyes | | By Charles L. Sherwood |
| | | TWO I will plant at the edge of our camp | |
| In the land where we go. | |
| These, they are four, I will hold for the ridge | |
| That our pennon shall know. | |
| I think—yes, I think that these three | 5 |
| I will save, on the chance | |
| That some of our boys may be called | |
| Far away—out of France. | |
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| One is left; that is mine, all alone. | |
| See, the number I bear | 10 |
| And the regiment, cut in the brown; | |
| And this shall be there | |
| In my pocket. Yes, more, it shall be | |
| In my heart as I go. | |
| My State! my own State, my home State, | 15 |
| Where the buckeyes grow! | | | | |
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