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March 01, 2005

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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