Poem In A Matchbox – Where Go The Boats

Poem in a matchbox – ‘Where Go the Boats’ by Robert Louis Stevenson. ‘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. Love poem gift, stocking filler, gift for poetry lover – blue