~~~~Kitty's Fairyland~~~~

Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson

Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me?

I held the trunk with both my hands

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.

It is a special treat to take a favorite book into the orchard. And while away the hours reading page after page. Being lost in the land of imagination.