A Poem For Saturday

Dec 22 2012 @ 12:42pm

Toysoldier

"Little Boy Blue" by Eugene Field (1850-1895):

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
  But sturdy and staunch he stands,
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
  And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new, 
  And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
  Kissed them and put them there.

“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
  “And don’t you make any noise!”
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
  He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
  Awakened our Little Boy Blue—
Oh! The years are many, the years are long,
  But the little toy friends are true!

Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
  Each in the same old place—
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
  The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
  In the dust of the little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
  Since he kissed them and put them there.

(Photo by JD Hancock)