The paper boat of my childhood fair

**In the first rain I ever saw,
I floated a raft in playful awe.
Where did those waters flow and meet?
Which river or sea embraced them, complete?
O boatman… O boatman,
Have you seen it anywhere?
The paper boat of my childhood fair.**

**My very first drawing book,
The first poem I ever undertook,
Those dreams of my boyhood days,
Lost somewhere in the ocean's haze.
O boatman… O boatman,
Have you seen it anywhere?
The paper boat of my childhood fair.**

**An evening scorched with a fiery hue,
A crimson sea reflecting that view,
Carrying dreams as it drifts away,
My paper boat on a boundless bay.
O boatman… O boatman,
Have you seen it anywhere?**