On the dreamy river,
drifting with the tide,
past old shutter’d houses
where history lives inside.
Breezes tease the palms,
stir a lazy frond or two,
and in the milky sky
the heat is shining through.
The Portuguese and Dutch,
the British all were here;
five hundred years of stories
like magic can appear.
An old kampong by the Melaka River, Malaysia. Photo by Ginette Pestana
Australian Children’s Poetry 
A beautiful observation of the present and past twining together.
This sense of history and story relies on keeping the old buildings which is an interesting observation.
I love the long ee sounds that stretch out the slow river and sense of slowed time.
The beginning is particularly enticing.
Thanks for sharing this poem.
Kind regards, Jeanette