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...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO SIR HENRY CARY by BEN JONSON ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SONNET: ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THIRD EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK by ROBERT BURNS OUTCRY by ELLEN MAGRATH CARROLL |