- Nursery Rhymes -

Little Boy Blue, come blow on your horn
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn
But where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
Is he under a haystack, fast asleep?

Little Boy Blue, come play us a tune
Of the yearning for peace in the soft summer moon
The gossamer silk of the dreams that you spun
Is ripped into threads when exposed to the sun.

From the depths of the song we learnt of your pain
Rejections and hurts that words couldn’t explain
The high notes hung trembling with teardrops unshed
A portent of thinly veiled darkness ahead.

Little Boy Blue, when you played on your horn
The darkness was light, the coldness was warm
Your melodies prisms, reflections of you –
Now who is to play for my Little Boy Blue?

July 4, 1990

Maynard Mark Schrag

November 16, 1961 - July 16, 2005