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 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.
2 comments:
I love that poem. I hadn't seen it for quite a while; I'd forgotten about it. :) R. L. Stevenson is one of my favorite authors; very fun.
~Angie :D
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If you want to do this just go to my blog and in one of the comments just write your blog name and the URL and I will add it to my site.
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