The Tree

I have a book of poems by Robert Louis Stevenson that my mom read to me as a child and now we read them to Lawson.  He loves them as much as I did.  Well, this weekend, he wanted to climb one of the trees in our front yard.  It was his first time up in a tree and he was in heaven!  I think he's going to spend a lot of time up in trees in the next few years.  But as he sat and stared down the road...he said he was up in the cherry tree.  It's a reference to this poem that he likes:

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 faces 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 roads on either hand

Lead onward into fairy land,

Where all the children dine at five,

And all the playthings come alive.