Boys and boats

We'd run and skip and jump
Past rocks and cow pats and muddy bits
To find the place, the point to put
Our boat in ,
our stick
our flower
our blade of grass.

And watch it bobble and burst
And bounce and dive and sink
And disappear beneath a bridge
and catch sight

Where, where, where?
A joy, a shout, there it is!
it’s in front
Mine's first
Mine’s winning!

And as that brook bubbled and burst
past boy-made dams
and time-worn barns
We ‘d rush to the edge and stop!

Barbed wire keeps little boys out.

To catch one
last glimpse,
one hope,
one fear.
Our little boat of hope disappear
Over the edge of the world

I look up and scan the mighty sea
How will it fare over there,
that little boat of hope?