Monday, December 21, 2015
Night at the Museum & Little Blue Boy at Osaka Castle
“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.” -Eugene Field
Osaka Castle was perfect under a marble blue sky.
“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.” -Eugene Field
So perfect I thought the figurines would come to life.
“‘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 dreamt of the pretty toys.” -Eugene Field
The tapestries were intricate and woven to brilliant perfection. Little towns and gates and colorful robed villagers and nobel people to pour over and examine from days long ago.
“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!” -Eugene Field
Geisha and Samurai mugging in funny posters.
“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.” -Eugene Field
Wandering among the crowds, shedding layers of jackets and scarves and sweaters with each climbed staircase, I was thinking about little toy soldiers and history figures that stand ready… to come alive with touch.
“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.” -Eugene Field
And this old poem by Eugene Field came back into my head.
“Oh! the years are many, the years are long.” -Eugene Field
It was a lovely morning, kicking around the stones at Osaka Castle, sitting under the autumn tress sipping hot soup and feeling the sun on our faces, poetry like little toy soldiers coming alive in our heads.