Where Go the Boats?
August 12, 2012 § 2 Comments
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.
– Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses
Kinds of Honey 
Lovely poem today.. I thought you’d written it at first:) Thank you for sharing!!
You are most welcome!