Foreign Lands(short poem for kids)

Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked aboard on 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 trampling into 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 roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five
And all the playthings come alive.

by: Robert Louis Stevenson

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