I TOO have a garret of old playthings. I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs. I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs. I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern. And dust is on them and I never look at them upstairs. I too have a garret of old playthings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 3 by ISAAC ROSENBERG RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET: 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE GENTLE CHECK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |