In December 1922, a Brooklyn newspaper received a few well-written poems in the mail. Intrigued, they discovered that they were written by a ten-year-old girl named Nathalia Crane. Her poems were imaginative, written in a child's perspective about her close friend, the janitor's son with the bright red hair. There are a few dozen poems, all about their adventures playing in the nearby vacant lot, or up on the roof. They play all sorts of fun games, like pirates, or building forts. It is a beautiful poetry collection.