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 |  Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
| 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 shy'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 roads on either hand Lead onward into fairy land, Where all the children dine at five, And all the playthings come alive. Robert Louis Stevenson [1850-1894] From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 161 ****************************** Day 6 - "Foreign Lands"  reminds me of a favorite activity of mine. I loved to climb the cherry trees at my grandfather's home and often would get lost for hours in the trees, tucked into the crook of a branch reading a book. Robert Louis Stevenson captures how I felt about the magical world that sheltered me as a child. |
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