Sunday, August 25, 2013

Little Boy Blue

A favorite of Daddy's, though very sad was this one I found in a book of poems Lindsey gave me.

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
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 that our little boy blue
Kissed them and put them there.

"Now don't you go 'til I come", he said.
"And don't you make any noise".
And 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,
And 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 there,
In 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!

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