His Pockets by A.J. Dunlap 1928 I turned his pockets inside out- It was our washing day I found a multitude of things, A curious array: I found a piece of colored glass, A spool, a knife, a nail, A bottle full of bumble bees, A frog, a hook, a snail, Some cherry pits, an apple core, A piece of broken spring, A top, a screw, a tack or two, A ball of colored string. I placed them on the shelf with care, The treasures of my boy; I knew too soon such things as these Would fail to bring him joy. Too soon hed hear the wander call And journey far away. Oh, let me treasure things like these, His treasures, while I may. My Zayin was like this when he was little...My Boy :)
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 02:06:08 +0000
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