Ok I am in!
First I have to say Bahahaha Keri. Poor Alex.
For some reason I have not been a big fan of poetry. Which I guess is odd. I am a HUGE musical fan, and this is mostly because of the lyricists. I also have a lot of respect for songwriters and when I hear a song with amazing lyrics the first thing I do is find out who wrote them.
However, when I was little I used to love reading this book that belonged to my mum as a child. There is one poem that stands out from that book to this day. I always thought it was about a boy growing up. Several years ago I read that it was about a child’s death.
Anyways, anyone else want to share a favourite poem that touched them?
Little Boy Blue
By Eugene Fields
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.