The little toy soldier sat on the shelf, forgotten and ignored. He was covered in a thick layer of dust, a testament to the passing of time and the neglect he had endured.
Once, he had been a cherished and beloved toy. He had been played with, dressed up in tiny uniforms, and marched around the room in grand military parades. But as the years went by and his owner grew up and moved on, the little toy soldier was left behind, relegated to the back of a closet or the top of a shelf.
Now, he was nothing more than a faded memory, a relic of childhood past. His bright red coat and shiny black boots were dulled by the dust that coated him, and his once-proud posture was bent and broken by years of neglect.
Despite his lonely and forgotten existence, the little toy soldier still retained a sense of pride and dignity. He was a reminder of the joy and imagination of childhood, and he held on to the hope that one day, he might be rediscovered and loved once again.
As the dust settled around him, the little toy soldier waited patiently, biding his time until the day when someone might notice him and bring him back to life. Until then, he would remain a silent sentinel, a steadfast and loyal companion to the memories of childhood.
Poem: Little Boy Blue by Eugene Field
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. 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 thereNow dont you go till I come. The little toy dog is covered with dust But sturdy and staunch he stands. The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust And the 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.
The Little Toy Soldier Is Covered With Dust
And the little tin soldier is red with rust And his musket moulds in his hands. I was so angry and every night I would sing my guts out, but you'd open your eyes after and it was the same. 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 t. And the little tin soldier is red with rust. 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.
Little Boy Blue (poem)
Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair. 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. The little toy dog is covered with dust But sturdy and staunch he stands. Eugene Field 1850 St. 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.
Billy Vaughn
Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair. Even as time passes the love for their little boy never faltered. . And the little tin 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. 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.
