Where Go The Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand
It flows along forever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating
Where with 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
2 comments:
I've spent a lot of time and miles in canoes...and I have yet to see that much crack in any boat anywhere near me!
Peace <3
Jay
Haha, Jay. Normally you wouldn't want to see a crack in a canoe, but I do like this kind of crack, LOL.
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