Little Drummer Boy
.
Little Drummer Boy
.
Deck the hall with bells and holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
‘Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la.
.
Normal children
At first glance
But one
Stands apart
Draws my heart
.
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
.
He watches his feet
Tries to march to the beat
His eyes slide to the side
To see the others
His sisters and brothers
.
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
.
Arms askew he strums his drum
.
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?
.
I want to wrap him up
Take him home
Keep him safe and warm
Calm his fears
My face is wet with tears
.
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deck_the_Halls
http://www.carols.org.uk/little_drummer_boy.htm
©DGA 10 December 2011 08:39
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
10/12/2011 at 9:19 am
Denise, that was so touching, I think that it is one of your finer works, I could feel the pa rum pum pum pum, and the heartbeat of the poetress, all at once. Really, nice work..
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10/12/2011 at 10:21 am
Thanks, Jack. I’m glad you liked it.
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10/12/2011 at 10:26 am
I keep meaning to say to you..I like your new background
You have excelled yourself this time..well done hun!
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10/12/2011 at 10:29 am
Thank you, Patrecia, I only changed the colour – more me for a while!
I wasn’t sure I would be able to do this poem and think I could probably improve on it… thanks. 😀
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10/12/2011 at 12:40 pm
Someone should tell the drummer boy that he has the greatest gift; the music keeps cadence to the beat of his drum…
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10/12/2011 at 12:57 pm
Mmm, except that they only sang and did the actions. The drums were invisible, Maxi.
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10/12/2011 at 1:59 pm
Very creative! Enjoyed this very much.
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10/12/2011 at 4:08 pm
Thanks, Jeannie. It makes me happy when people like my poetry. 🙂
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10/12/2011 at 4:00 pm
awww i would have wanted to take him home as well…and one of my fav songs for the season ever…
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10/12/2011 at 4:11 pm
What a sweet little boy, Brian, and he tried so hard… I love that song as well!
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10/12/2011 at 4:04 pm
I loved this Adee.
Very special.
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10/12/2011 at 4:13 pm
That was the saddest thing I have ever seen, Gran. Thanks, my friend.
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10/12/2011 at 7:17 pm
Lovely song, lovely and caring poem – I think that child may have been a long-ago me…
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11/12/2011 at 6:04 am
I love that song too, Ruth, and I love that little broken boy with all my heart. I hate it that chidren can suffer so.
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10/12/2011 at 8:02 pm
Denise, this juxtaposition is inspired and very moving.
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11/12/2011 at 6:04 am
Thank you so much for your comment, Andra.
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10/12/2011 at 11:59 pm
Oh, this went straight to my heart like an arrow, Denise. I’ve felt this too many times. What a beautiful poem.
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11/12/2011 at 6:07 am
I think I missed my vocation, Kate. I have often thought I should have worked with such children. Thanks for liking my poem.
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11/12/2011 at 12:41 am
Thi season brings out such a heightening of emotion, both good and bad, and the plight of many is rawly exposed
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11/12/2011 at 6:09 am
Oh, Bb, you are right of course. It is just so hard to see chilldren suffer…
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11/12/2011 at 3:10 am
This was so touching and dear.
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11/12/2011 at 6:10 am
Ah, thank you, Liz, for understanding…
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11/12/2011 at 10:23 am
Absolutely beautiful,
Sadly so of course, as it reminds me of a friends blog post who visited a civil war tomb stone, simply marked ( Drummer)..which of course usually meant a 12 or 13 year old child, killed in action with no means of personal defense.
My comment as I recall was something to this effect to one of the Tomb Stones revealing the little drummer boys last name the same as my mothers maiden name.
“.. as my mama’s maiden name is Miller. Sad, it says drummer…makes the words when Johnny comes marching home again…really sound off in my head…as I tend to think of 13 year old kids when I think of a confederate, or even a federal drummer. Sadly, this Johnny didn’t come marching home”.
My friends Blog address for this post is:
http://trapperhoney.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/autumn-comes-to-the-mountains/
Bless You
paul
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11/12/2011 at 11:15 am
War is a terrible thing, Paul, world war or civil war! All the lives lost! Bless you too.
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11/12/2011 at 5:43 pm
nothing says seasons greetings and happy holidays like this post! nice stuff!
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11/12/2011 at 7:10 pm
Thank you Eva. I’m so glad you liked it and I look forward to seeing you again. 😛
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