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.
Notes
From "The Poems of Eugene Field" 1911 Charles Scribner's Sons
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all I can say for this one is "amazing!"
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With simplicity is still a wonderful way to write.
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what can I say, the best from the best
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need help in interpretting the poem Little Boy Blue - any comments?
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My "Little Boy Blue" came home today.In a coffin draped in red,white and blue.
Blonde hair and blue eyes curious as all little boys should be,always willing to give you a hug as sweet as he could be.
Now we will kiss our little boy blue but we have to leave him there.No touch of his hand or smile on his face he died in a distant land.He wanted to serve his country when he grew to be a man.
The pain, the tears,just do not stop. No one understands you see,I'm not supposed to bury my baby-- He is supposed to bury me....
Sleddoggie
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