Narrow Boat

Along the waterway I see
A shape, which slowly reaches me,
A boat - so long and full of care
Yet massed with colour everywhere:
From pointed bow to busy stern
With roses, covered, at every turn,
And castles rising to the clouds -
Such peaceful scenes, devoid of crowds!
Whilst gaily march along the side
Letters bold, both tall and wide,
To tell the world his name is Sproat
And proud he is of his narrow boat.