Foreign Lands

[rose0mary.livejournal.com]

Robert Louis Stevenson
"Foreign Lands"

Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad 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 sun'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 sun 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.

Comments

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

This is so sweet and fresh. It should be cloying, but it's not.

[rose0mary.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

I skimmed some other poems by RLS, and I didn't like them as much.

It's simple, and has a different feeling to it, which is why I felt like sharing it.

Take care.

[almostbe.livejournal.com]

an old favourite from my childhood <3

[rose0mary.livejournal.com]

Thank you.
I liked this poem of his - and when I found it again, I remembered how much I enjoyed this one and others like it. Can't (re)publish all my favorite poems, but I can share the best of the best (in my humble opinion).