
The poem explores the theme of nostalgia and longing for a lost time. It describes a drum that has been silenced, but still evokes memories of past battles and celebrations. The speaker yearns for the drum's sound, which symbolizes a connection to their heritage and cultural identity.
By Eugene Field · First published 1898 · Genre: Children's Literature, Poetry, Adventure · 423 words
I'm a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys; As up the street we come, Wonderful is our noise! There's Tom, and Jim, and Phil, And Dick, and Nat, and Fred, While Widow Cutler's Bill And I march on ahead, With a r-r-rat-tat-tat And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum -- Oh, there's bushels of fun in that For boys with a little red drum!
The Injuns came last night While the soldiers were abed, And they gobbled a Chinese kite And off to the woods they fled! The woods are the cherry-trees Down in the orchard lot, And the soldiers are marching to seize The booty the Injuns got. With tum-titty-um-tum-tum, And r-r-rat-tat-tat, When soldiers marching come Injuns had better scat!
The Drum is listed on Textopian as a poem by Eugene Field, dated 1898 CE.
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Children's literature · Poetry · American poetry · Humorous · Whimsical · Imagination · Fantasy · Adventure · Youthful · Innocence · Playfulness · Nostalgia