Where Go the Boats?


I'm apparently having a hard time letting go of summer. Another Rockport, Mass. summer photo. It brings to mind one of my favorite childhood poems: Where Go the Boats (RLS)

DARK brown is the river. 
  Golden is the sand. 
It flows along for ever, 
  With trees on either hand. 
  
Green leaves a-floating,         5
  Castles of the foam, 
Boats of mine a-boating— 
  Where will all come home? 
  
On goes the river 
  And out past the mill,  10
Away down the valley, 
  Away down the hill. 
  
Away down the river, 
  A hundred miles or more, 
Other little children  15
  Shall bring my boats ashore

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