Saturday Poem - Robert Louis Stevenson
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framlingemLook! It's actually Saturday!
This week's poem is my mother's favourite poem. She told me it reminds her of when she and her sister were young and played together. Me, I like the effortless rhyme scheme, as if it just happened to rhyme and Stevenson didn't have anything to do with it.
Where Go the Boats?
From Child's Garden of Verses
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.
This week's poem is my mother's favourite poem. She told me it reminds her of when she and her sister were young and played together. Me, I like the effortless rhyme scheme, as if it just happened to rhyme and Stevenson didn't have anything to do with it.
Where Go the Boats?
From Child's Garden of Verses
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.
