The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #80456 Message #1469116
Posted By: Rapparee
24-Apr-05 - 12:26 AM
Thread Name: BS: Obit?: Blinkin'
Subject: RE: BS: Obit?: Blinkin'
Eugene Field? I grew up on Eugene Field. We would gather 'round and my mother would read poems like this to her children:
LITTLE BOY BLUE
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch he stands;
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 that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.
Then we'd have another beer and sing "Bell Bottom Trousers."