This has been one of my favorite poems ever since I first heard it many many years ago.Â Maybe because it’s almost unbearably sentimental, and it makes one wonder what happened to Little Boy Blue:
Little Boy Blue
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
Â But sturdy and staunch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
Â And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
Â And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Â Kissed them and put them there.
“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
Â “And don’t you make any noise!”
So toddling off to his trundle bed
Â He dreamt of his pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming, an angel song
Â Awakened our Little Boy Blue, -
Oh, the years are many, the years are long
Â But the little toy friends are true!
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Â Each in the same old place.
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
Â The smile of a little face.
And they wonder, as waiting these long years through,
Â In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Â Since he kissed them and put them there.
~Eugene Field, 1850-1895~