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Little Homer’s Slate by Eugene Field

LibriVox logoLibriVox volunteers bring you 16 recordings of Little Homer’s Slate by Eugene Field (1850-1895). This was the Fortnightly Poetry project for June 6th – June 20th, 2010.
http://www.archive.org/download/little_homers_slate_1006_librivox/littlehomerslate_field_rn_64kb.mp3″Running time=1m 44s (mp3@64kb)


Download locations: mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis.
Catalogue pages: LibriVox, Internet Archive.
Zip of the entire book (12.1MB@64kb), featuring all the different readers for this project.

Little Homer’s Slate
After dear old grandma died,
Hunting through an oaken chest
In the attic, we espied
What repaid our childish quest;
‘Twas a homely little slate,
Seemingly of ancient date.

On its quaint and battered face
Was the picture of a cart,
Drawn with all that awkward grace
Which betokens childish art;
But what meant this legend, pray:
“Homer drew this yesterday?”

Mother recollected then
What the years were fain to hide–
She was but a baby when
Little Homer lived and died;
Forty years, so mother said,
Little Homer had been dead.

This one secret through those years
Grandma kept from all apart,
Hallowed by her lonely tears
And the breaking of her heart;
While each year that sped away
Seemed to her but yesterday.

So the homely little slate
Grandma’s baby’s fingers pressed,
To a memory consecrate,
Lieth in the oaken chest,
Where, unwilling we should know,
Grandma put it, years ago.

This fortnight’s poem can be found here.

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