Good Children Street Poem by Eugene Field

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Explore Eugene Field's "Good Children Street" — a whimsical poem inviting you to a magical, imaginative world where childhood dreams come to life. Discover its charm and timeless appeal.

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Introduction to Good Children Street Poem by Eugene Field:

Step into the enchanting world of Eugene Field's "Good Children Street," a delightful poem that has captivated generations with its whimsical charm and imaginative spirit. Field, a master of children's literature, invites us to wander down a magical lane where dreams flourish and the innocence of childhood reigns supreme. 

This poem is more than just a collection of verses; it's a portal to a realm where imagination is the currency and every corner holds a new, delightful surprise. Join us as we explore the enduring appeal of "Good Children Street," a timeless classic that reminds us of the power of a child's heart and the boundless joy of make-believe.

Now, let's take a stroll down this wonderful street together.

Good Children Street Eugene Field Poetry

There's a dear little home in Good-Children street--
     My heart turneth fondly to-day
Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet
     Make sweetest of music at play;
Where the sunshine of love illumines each face
And warms every heart in that old-fashioned place.

For dear little children go romping about
     With dollies and tin tops and drums,
And, my! how they frolic and scamper and shout
     Till bedtime too speedily comes!
Oh, days they are golden and days they are fleet
With little folk living in Good-Children street.

See, here comes an army with gulls painted red,
     And swords, caps, and plumes of all sorts;
The captain rides gaily and proudly ahead
     On a stick-horse that prances and snorts!
Oh, legions of soldiers you're certain to meet--
Nice make-believe soldiers--in Good-Children street.

And yonder Odette wheels her dolly about--
     Poor dolly! I'm sure she is ill,
For one of her blue china eyes has dropped out
     And her voice is asthmatic'ly shrill.
Then, too, I observe she is minus her feet,
Which causes much sorrow in Good-Children street.

'Tis so the dear children go romping about
     With dollies and banners and drums,
And I venture to say they are sadly put out
     When an end to their jollity comes:
Oh, days they are golden and days they are fleet
With little folk living in Good-Children street!

But when falleth night over river and town,
     Those little folk vanish from sight,
And an angel all white from the sky cometh down
     And guardeth the babes through the night,
And singeth her lullabies tender and sweet
To the dear little people in Good-Children Street.

Though elsewhere the world be o'erburdened with care,
     Though poverty fall to my lot,
Though toil and vexation be always my share,
     What care I--they trouble me not!
This thought maketh life ever joyous and Sweet:
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street.