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.

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  • (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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