Low Tide
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
Sometimes I think Woodbridge at low tide is more beautiful than when the tide is high.
Here it is seen from across the river - at the foot of the hill that is Sutton Hoo
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