Where Go The Boats? Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Where Go The Boats?
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating -
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
This poem is there in our school textbook too. I really like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 12:06:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I tucked this poem into my memory in 1964 and still recite it to myself and sometimes others. It's a sweet poem and perfect for a 3rd grader to put into memory then unpack 55 years later and find it as fresh, fun and sweet as it was the day it was discovered by a little girl in Spring.