Up into the cherry tree
Who shall 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 trampling in the town.
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.
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Foreign land
Poetrythe poem is based on a boy who climbs a cherry tree and imagines that he is seeing abroad lands.
