Little Boy Blue
soldier boy
too young for this fight
north against south
brother against brother
no place for a boy
soldier boy
waiting for a train
transport to hell
ordered to kill
or be killed
soldier boy
your mama
and your daddy
need you more
than General Lee
When will we learn
ReplyDeletethat violence
does not end violence,
but simply encourages
violence to
continue.
Brilliant. This has overtones of other wars, still going on today. A strong, clever statement.
ReplyDeleteYou peacenik, Helen!
ReplyDeleteThat sweet face! :)
ReplyDeleteI love your interpretation of this doll as the soldier boy, too young for war.
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the doll - I hadn't thought of the doll as a soldier boy. Love how the same doll can make us think in different ways.
ReplyDeleteThis doll is sitting on a box used by his dad or grandfather in WWII perhaps? This hear the anguish in this poem, the catch in the voice as it is read..,
ReplyDelete... a Confederate soldier in the Civil War. A boy, in his early to mid-teens.
DeleteI understood the poem and think it is lovely. I do know the box is authentic from a war but I can't remember which. Perhaps it is the Civil War I will have to check. But I think WWII or WWII.
Deleteah war such a terrible waste...yes, he does look like a soldier doll!
ReplyDeleteA horrible war, brother against brother, but perhaps no more horrible than neighbor against neighbor. No matter which, it is heartbreaking when boys are soldiers before they are men, and die before they have lived.
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True words, Helen--you nailed the undercurrents of that sewed-sad face.
ReplyDeletewe just did the civil war in history...scary to think of the little ones that fought in that war...it is significant as well in that we fought against each other...neighbors...i wonder would it ever come to that again...
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Helen ~ You have captured the spirit of the time ~
ReplyDeleteThis is so sad:
ReplyDelete"waiting for a train
transport to hell"
I love the deep topic you found in this doll. I hate how we send children of eighteen and nineteen to war. They carry the wounds ever after.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's the way of it, for sure.
ReplyDeleteI love how you captured this doll's thoughts!
ReplyDeleteso many truths in this poem :D
What sad lessons in this...wonderful write!
ReplyDeleteLittle Boy Blue indeed. Sad.
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