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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Woman at the Gate

Published by Susan on 08/02/2003 (3221 reads)
"Where is your little boy to-day...

"Where is your little boy to-day?"
     I asked her at the gate.
"I used to see him at his play,
     And often I would wait:
He was so beautiful, so bright,
     I watched him with delight.

"He had a tiny motor-car
     And it was painted red;
He wound it up; it ran so far,
     So merrily it sped.
I think he told me that it was
     A gift from Santa Claus."

The woman said: "It ran so far
     He followed it with joy.
Then came a real motor-car,--
     He sought to save his toy . . .
My little boy is far away
     Where angel children play.

"His father perished in the War;
     Now I am all alone,
And death is all I'm longing for . . ."
     So said with face of stone
That woman. "Curse their crazy cars
               And cruel wars!"

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