The ol' houseboat sure does make a great playhouse. There's all kinds of room for children and their imaginations on this boat and as along as they will not jump off the front bow nor climb the ladder to the top, Nana is sure going to enjoy their child's play and watch them visit . . .
Foreign Lands
by Robert Louis Stephenson
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 sky'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 road on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
2 comments:
That's a great poem and perfectly describes a child's imagination (or mine!). Don't I remember you reading that to us?
oh what fun they will have over the years!
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