Ranked #87 in Nursery Rhymes
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.
Here is a delightful look at childhood, written by master poet and storyteller Robert Louis Stevenson. In this collection of sixty-six poems, Stevenson recalls the joys of his childhood, from sailing boats down a river, to waiting for the lamplighter, to sailing off to foreign lands in his imagination.
Tasha Tudor's watercolour paintings evoke a simpler time in the past, and celebrate two of the things she loves most — children... more
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands.
Here is a delightful look at childhood, written by master poet and storyteller Robert Louis Stevenson. In this collection of sixty-six poems, Stevenson recalls the joys of his childhood, from sailing boats down a river, to waiting for the lamplighter, to sailing off to foreign lands in his imagination.
Tasha Tudor's watercolour paintings evoke a simpler time in the past, and celebrate two of the things she loves most — children... more