Where Go The Boats?

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

A Child’s Garden of Verses evokes memories and sweet emotions. I remember reading an old book of poetry that was my mother's when she was a child, a collection of poetry and stories, that included several poems by Robert Lewis Stevenson.

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Aww, I love that book. We had this version.
Posted by: kathryn at March 1, 2005 04:57 AM

(your comment system never remembers me! or is that a hint?...)
I love Robert L. Stevenson. Funny, of all my children, the one who wants to read poetry is the rough-and- tumble, pee-in-the-front yard, ALL BOY. He'll grab R.L.S. and A.A. Milne and want to snuggle on the couch and read and read. There's a soft heart buried under there!
Posted by: sparrow at March 1, 2005 06:44 AM

My Mom used to recite "The Swing" to me whenever she would push me on the swing at the playground. I think poetry really helps build a culture of childhood.

(your comment system never remembers me! or is that a hint?...)

It never remembers ME either! Arrrgh. But, when I set it to allow all comments to come through, it blocks all comments. There is some glitch in the system, and I can't get it straightened out. So, for now, I have to manually approve each and every comment.
Posted by: TulipGirl at March 1, 2005 09:32 AM

My daughter sang a song called "These Boats of Mine" which had the words of Stevenson adapted into a song. It was a beautiful song. As I read the poem, I could hear her singing.
Posted by: Kim in ON at March 1, 2005 04:41 PM

"These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes...."

We love RLS here!
Posted by: Liza Q at March 1, 2005 05:49 PM

I accidently memorized many of RLS poems after reading them so much to my little ones. Whenever we went to the Brandywine Creek in DE, which was often, I couldn't look at the water without breaking into, "Dark brown is the river, golden is the sand..." RL S and the Brandywine are forever connected in my mind.
Posted by: Cindy at March 1, 2005 08:58 PM

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