English poem
Where Go The Boats?
by Ella Flagg Young (1845–1918)
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.