Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses. 14. Where Go the Boats?

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.