Where Go The Boats

"Where Go The Boats"
6" x 6"
Oil on canvas panel
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

A friend and I discovered that we shared similar memories of sailing folded paper boats in creeks, ponds and lakes when we were children. I even sang this poem as a song at a Brownie Scout "flying up" to Girl Scouts ceremony as we released our boats into the Huron River in a suburb of Detroit where I grew up.  I felt compelled to honor this memory by folding a boat and floating it on one of our many puddles for this painting.  

Thank you my friend for the inspiration.  

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