This is the linkback poem from the March 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was originally hosted by Dialecticdreamer. It is spillover from the December 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl, inspired by zianuray.
Q. macrocarpa's relative, the live oak (which is sort of an umbrella term for oak that is (a) green all year and (b) tends towards watery habitats), is the secret of the USS Constitution.... the live oak doesn't make for very long boards, but it's very dense and springy and tolerates moisture as well after being cut as before... Old Ironsides was made by sandwiching short boards of live oak between traditional long boards of white oak (the usual English shipbuilding material. The result was a hull off which cannonballs literally bounced... and why she is still in commission to this day.
bright bouquets of autumn leavescfluteMarch 29 2017, 05:59:47 UTC
Love the colorful imagery! Reminds me of "Autumn Leaves", by Echo's Children. I was going to put a link to the lyrics in the comment, but I can't because it's not in the lyric index. I'll see if I can get that remedied.
There's a red, "To Be Continued" at the bottom, but the poem feels complete. What's up with that?
This poem reminds me strongly of one by Robert Louis Stevenson, in his A Child’s Garden of Verses. When I was a child I had an LP from a label called "Esoteric", consisting entirely of songs whose lyrics were those poems. I still know some of them by heart and occasionally sing them to myself or to others. This is one.
I'll have to keep this in mind for Terramagne-America. It really fits the social atmosphere there -- the idea of sending toy boats downriver for someone else to enjoy. I could totally see Aidan and Alicia singing this with Saraphina.
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There's a red, "To Be Continued" at the bottom, but the poem feels complete. What's up with that?
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Where Go the Boats?
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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I'll have to keep this in mind for Terramagne-America. It really fits the social atmosphere there -- the idea of sending toy boats downriver for someone else to enjoy. I could totally see Aidan and Alicia singing this with Saraphina.
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