A child climbs a cherry tree and beholds a land of wonder...
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 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 roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
Illustrations by Pixabay, with thanks.
Creativity, Independent Thinking
1. Why do you think the child in this poem feels like they are looking onto foreign lands – different places – when they are high up in the cherry tree?
2. Do you think the child really sees everything they say, or is some of it in their imagination? What makes you think this?