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The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds 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 dreamed 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.
Ay, 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 these long years through,
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there.
Eugene Field
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Barbara Davidson
(4/7/2009 2:09:00 AM) |
I LOVE this poem! My PaPa used to recite it to me all the time (he knew it all by heart) . I can hear him recite it to me now! I'm so glad I found it! I'm going to be a grandma in september and I can recite it to my grandchild! I LOVE this poem!
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Artemis Zarchae
(1/26/2009 3:28:00 PM) |
Sad. Very sad. A little innocent boy should not die so suddenly in his sleep, to be takena away from his mther, his father, those that care about him and that he cares about.
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