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
Robert Louis Stevenson, from A Child's Garden of Verses, 1885.
I have made my own tune for this poem and have sung this to Tomas at night since he was born. We talk about this as been one of the 'old songs' and when I ask does he want one of the 'old songs', he says yes.
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3 comments:
How come all the best poems are kids' poems?
Kids poems legitmise a degree of sentimentality normally not approved of by adults. Yet, there is a place for the sentimental.
Kids poems usually have a strong musicality, there is no awkward modernists shifts in lyricism.
Maybe for these reasons we like tem or perhaps it is just nostalgia.
Robert Louis Stevenson has some great ones.
never really got into RLS but it is a nice post(em)
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