a poem on thursday (on a wednesday): little boy blue

Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)
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 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! 

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 the 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.


Diana Mieczan said...

Awww adorable:) Have a great Wed!

Katie said...

Love this.

Katy Noelle said...

This just wrenches the heart but you have a lovely and unique offering!

Love, Katy Noelle

Anonymous said...

I missed having 'A poem on Thursday' to read last week. What a sad but beautiful little poem this is. As fresh as it was when written. And the lead photo is wonderful; looks a little like one of your collages. Is it? SB

Clare B said...

Yes, it's another of my collages... inspired by the poem. M thinks it's kitchy and "not quite right". I have a very good constructive critique in your absence. :)

Dorian Susan said...

What a lovely way to view denim. The poem is haunting and the photo a perfect match. Thank you for sharing. I read that this collage is one you put together...now I'm doubly impressed.