Where Go The Boats? Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Where Go The Boats?

Rating: 3.3


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 OF THE POEM
Rebecca McCaslin 15 June 2019

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.

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Risha : Ahmed 09 April 2007

This poem is there in our school textbook too. I really like it.

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