Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Where Go The Boats?

Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

Comments about Where Go The Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson

  • Rebecca McCaslin (6/15/2019 12:19:00 PM)

    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.(Report)Reply

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  • Risha : Ahmed (4/9/2007 1:33:00 AM)

    This poem is there in our school textbook too. I really like it.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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