Sand heaps

By Tom Brown

Sat, 03 Oct 2009
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They were our neighbours we moved in the same day we were both five years old. There were french drains and gravel roads and a blackout with each thunderstorm. On that day we made friends we played on the sand heaps by the road and he stole my little blue matchbox car with the little doors broken off. He denies this up until today.

On the first day of school I was crying like mad going into the classroom and he was joyfully waving for me to sit by him. I understood the work but he didn’t realize that this was a twelve year sentence. When you are six twelve years sounds like a lot of time.

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Submitted by Nolan on
From childhood this old sentimental song, I remember it so well, Two little boys Had two little toys Each had a wooden horse Gaily they played On a summer day Warriors both of course One little chap Had a mishap Broke of his horse's head Wept for his toy But cried with joy When he heard his brother say: Do you think I could leave you crying When there's room on my horse for two Climb up here Jack and stop your crying We'll mend up your horse with glue When we grow up we'll both be soldiers And our toys will not be toys And maybe you will remember When we were two little boys Long years had passed War came at last Bravely they marched away Cannons roared loud Midst that wild crowd Where wounded and dying Joe lay Then came a cry A rider dashed by Out from the ranks of blue Galloped away To where Joe lay And he heard his brother say: Do you think I could leave you dying When there's room on my horse for two? Climb up dear Joe we'll soon be flying To the ranks of the boys in blue Can't you see Jack I'm all a-tremble? It may be the flash and the noise Or it may be because I remember When we were two little boys
 

Submitted by Nolan on
Two Little Boys http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmL3m2zcoOI