Blog
Day 20 - Waiting
"Waiting", 7" x 5" Watercolor
This painting is sold!
For information on how to purchase a painting on this website go to the link here.
We pass by this farm going to and from seeing our family in Eastern Washington. Time was when this big barn was new and the fenceline was passing fair… what has become of the caretakers of this farm? Whenever I pass this place I wonder and marvel at all of the life that must have happened here. Only the barn knows. I call this one "Waiting" because it reminds me of a poem my mom would read to me by Eugene Fields. Indulge me for a minute and you will understand.
Little Boy Blue
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 molds 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 dreamed 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 these 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.
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds 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 dreamed 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 these 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.
_____________________________________________
Today I listened to the opera Faust by Charles Gounod. After that, I'm not sure why, I listened to the 10th Anniversary production of Les Misérables. It got to the part where Jean Valjean sings "Let Him Live" and that is when the tears started flowing. It is a wonderful production with superb singing, I highly recommend it!
Please stay safe out there and have a lovely weekend.
Kristi
If you would like to read about the 50 Days of Painting, you can read this blog post.
You can see all of the watercolors in this project here.
You can see all of the watercolors in this project here.
Leave a Comment