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Any poems you carry with you that touched you? Are you pro or anti poetry?

The little toy dog is covered with dust
But sturdy and staunch he stands
The little toy solider is red with rust
And the musket molds in his hands
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the solider was passing fair
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 dreampt of his pretty toys
And as he was dreaming an angel song awakened our little boy blue
Oh the years are many the years are few
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 in 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?


I did not look this poem up so some of the words may have been misremembered. It has been decades ago since I read the poem and it is still the most memorable touching poem that ever reached my heart and did not go away.

Posted - December 22, 2019

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    Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
    And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
    When the charms of youth shall have passed away
    Will your love of as old prove true?

    For the looks may change, and the heart may range
    And the love be no longer fond.
    Will you love with truth in the years of youth
    And away to the years beyond?

    Oh I love thee, sweet, for your locks of brown
    And the blush on your cheek that lies,
    But I love you most for the kindly heart
    That I see in your clear blue eyes.

    For the eyes are the signs of the soul within,
    Of the heart that is leal and true.
    And mine own sweetheart, I will love thee still
    For as long as your eyes are blue.

    For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
    May be reft of their golden hue.
    But mine own sweetheart, I will love thee still
    For as long as your eyes are blue.

    - Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson

    Yes, Maureen has blue eyes ;-)
      December 22, 2019 6:08 AM MST
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  • 113301
    I was gonna say I know it's for and about Maureen m'dear. Surely she knows about the poem, right? It is quite lovely as I know she is. Thank you for sharing that with us R. It warmed my heart. That kind of love is not experienced by everyone. You know how lucky you are. I like that. :)
      December 22, 2019 6:13 AM MST
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