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Posted by quotes on August 28, 2008 at 12:03 am
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    Elizabeth Says:

    I am looking for a poem written by Henry wadsworth Longfellow
    “A Little Boy” or The Little Boy” OR ‘THE LITTLE LAD’

    It starts out as
    ‘AS I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET TODAY,I SEEN A LITTLE LAD WHOSE FACE WAS PLUMP AN ROSEY CHEEK’

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    Elizabeth Says:

    I am 80 years old, and the poem I had to recite was “The little lad”
    in 3rd grade I HAVE BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO REMEMBER IT, It waS WRITTEN BY “HENRY WADSWORTHLONG FELLOW” I have been trying for a couple of years through my computer, and I haven’t been lucky in getting any help.

    This is all I can remember~~~~”AS I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET TO DAY, I SAW LITTLE LAD WHOSE FACE WAS PLUMP AND ROSEY CHEEK~~~???
    THANK YOU Elizabeth

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    quotes Says:

    Elizabeth,

    I think I found it.

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    Mother’s Day Poems for Kids – Printable Children’s Mothers Day Poetry

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    Helping Mother

    by Brothers of the Christian Schools

    As I went down the street today,
    I saw a little lad
    Whose face was just the kind of face
    To make a person glad.
    It was so plump and rosy-cheeked,
    So cheerful and so bright,
    It made me think of apple time.
    And filled me with delight.

    I saw him busy at his work,
    While blithe as skylark’s song
    His merry, mellow whistle rang
    The pleasant street along.
    “Oh, that’s the kind of lad I like!”
    I thought as I passed by;
    “These busy, cheery, whistling boys
    Make grand men by and by.”

    Just then a playmate came along,
    And leaned across the gate -
    A plan that promised lots of fun
    And frolic to relate.
    “The boys are waiting for us now,
    So hurry up!” he cried;
    My little whistler shook his head,
    And “Can’t come,” he replied.

    “Can’t come? Why not, I’d like to know?
    What hinders?” asked the other.
    “Why, don’t you see,” came the reply,
    “I’m busy helping mother?
    She’s lots to do, and so I like
    To help her all I can;
    So I’ve no time for fun just now,”
    Said this dear little man.

    “I like to hear you talk like that,”
    I told the little lad;
    “Help mother all you can, and make
    Her kind heart light and glad.”
    It does me good to think of him,
    And know that there are others
    Who, like this manly little boy,
    Take hold and help their mothers.

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