Foreign Lands By Robert Louis Stevenson - Ghizela Rowe

Foreign Lands By Robert Louis Stevenson

Up into the cherry tree

Who should climb but little me

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad in foreign lands

I saw the next door garden lie

Adorned with flowers before my eye

And many pleasant places more

That I had never seen before

I saw the dimpling river pass

And be the sky's blue looking-glass

The dusty roads go up and down

With people tramping in to town

If I could find a higher tree

Farther and farther I should see

To where the grown-up river slips

Into the sea among the ships

To where the road on either hand

Lead onward into fairy land

Where all the children dine at five

And all the playthings come alive