RIVER POEM
Dark brown the river
golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever
with tress on either hand.
green leaves a floating,
castles of the foam
Boats of mine a boating
Wheln will all come home?
On goes the river;
And out past the mill,
Away down the vally,
Away down the hill
Away down the river
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ash.
The author of the poem is his name
DD NATH