Art With Matching Poetry — Where Go the Boats?

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Where Go the Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)

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

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Where Go the Boats? by Clara Burd