Up into the cherry tree <br />Who should climb but little me? <br />I held the trunk with both my hands <br />And looked abroad in foreign lands. <br /> <br />I saw the next door garden lie, <br />Adorned with flowers, before my eye, <br />And many pleasant places more <br />That I had never seen before. <br /> <br />I saw the dimpling river pass <br />And be the sky's blue looking-glass; <br />The dusty roads go up and down <br />With people tramping in to town. <br /> <br />If I could find a higher tree <br />Farther and farther I should see, <br />To where the grown-up river slips <br />Into the sea among the ships, <br /> <br />To where the road on either hand <br />Lead onward into fairy land, <br />Where all the children dine at five, <br />And all the playthings come alive.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foreign-lands/
